The helmet didn't move.  If there was a face under there, it would probably be staring at Jude's hand in shock.<br/><br/>The helmet turned, and looked at Robin, who shrugged. "She doesn't remember," he said. "Don't be rude, Sir Xander.  Shake hands with your Pr-- with Jude."<br/><br/>Slowly, very carefully, the suit of armor raised its arm with a creak of iron.  A heavy steel gauntlet grasped Jude's hand, gripping it with extreme care.  It felt, of course, like a metal gauntlet ought to feel like; it was cold, and slightly oily.<br/><br/>"I am honored to meet you at last, Your H.."<br/><br/>Robin cleared his throat meaningfully.<br/><br/>"...Jude," finished Xander.<br/><br/>