It sounds like an olive branch, the way she says it--like telling him her name is a week's worth of free papes or something. Then again, with the refuge in her face...could be she's running from her own Spider.

So, looking her over, he straightens his hat and collar, then offers her his hand.

Without spitting in it--after all, she's a lady.

"Jack Kelly." he drawls, like the name should mean something as he bows at the waist with his proffered handshake. "At yer service."