[Ed glances to the offered hand before extending his own to shake it. The other might note that there's the slight noise of metal, that even gloved, his hand isn't as warm as one might expect given the auto-mail underneath, the metal.]

Rosinate then. I'm Ed. Edward Elric. But -- I mean, yeah. We haven't actually managed to get to the moon either. At least, back home. I guess it's possible they managed it here?