"Ruins?" He asks, confused, before his eyes flicked to the daggers on her belt. "No, yes, ruins, of course. I am very interested in ruins." He looks at her extended hand, then looks back down at the dolls. He weights his option, and then elects to let his shovel clatter to the ground in lieu of releasing his iron grip on the eight of them. He takes her hand in a vigorous shake. "Yes, My name is Bishop. Bishop Bishop. _Bishop_ Bishop Bishop, at your service. You could say I have a great interest places of antiquity."