"Good to meet you," Jeff beams. His own handshake is unusually warm, but dry and firm. "Is Walter okay or do you prefer Dr. Bishop?" He starts a little at the invasion of personal space, leaning away a little. "Um...well...technically it's vitiligo, actually." He takes a small step back to reestablish his bubble. "My doctor said the same thing. Oh. Here, let me help you with that. Come here, cutie." The last sentence is said to the cat as he gently untangles her from Walter's hair.