Bertie drops his hand when it isn't taken up, just a little uncomfortable. There are different customs on other worlds, though, he reminds himself. He could have just done something horribly offensive! This in mind, the gentleman shrugs it off and tries to put his best foot forward since he seems to have fumbled the best hand.

"You've got me in one, old top. I think we've been here, nigh on half a year." He pauses, brow furrowing. "Great Scots! Has it really been that long? Huh!" Counting back in his head, it certainly is. "Well, um... sorry, were you wanting to get back to your native lands, I suppose, Mister...?