"Anakin," and after a small pause, as if he's not used to introducing himself. "Skywalker."

He considered bowing in return, a full proper respectful bow. It's rather formal also very much acceptable form of greeting according to his old master. But being stuck in a strange world, with nothing but sand for miles, makes this formality rather moot. Anakin bows his head slightly and figures that'll do.

"And I'm sure your usual methods will come in handy later on, when there are more immediate dangers." It is an interesting power to have, to have fire at your command. He doesn't know many species that can do that, nevermind human species. His head cants and he looks Dorian over. "You're calm for someone who was just throwing fire around."