Caine and...? He didn't really understand the reference, but he nodded anyway. It was only polite.

"Newt Scamander." His own hand was strangely rough. Not heavily calloused, but scarred in numerous odd places. His grip started out hesitant before he gave her hand a couple of solid shakes.

And her welcome was... appreciated, he supposed, but he didn't know where to take the conversation from here. Part of there being no convention for this sort of situation, probably. His eyes raised to the case on her back.

"You're a musician?" Small talk. When in doubt.