Even earlier, so he was from a similar time!

Enoch smiles a bit wider at that revelation. It's good to not feel so alone in terms of time, sometimes. "I am."

And he offers his hand, not quite a modern handshake, but that ancient precursor that stemmed from "I'm willing to occupy my sword hand to show I mean no harm". The palm is tilted slightly up, in Enoch's case.

"Enoch, son of Jared."