Welp, that looks exactly like somebody Forrest was once told to keep an eye out for. Boy could use a good comb and some hair oil. He gives a nod even before Palmer introduces himself properly, because he's got a good idea already. His return handshake is firm, knuckles scarred and hands work-roughened.

"Chicken's for ev'rybody't wants't. Hearda' you. Name's Forrest Bondurant." Whether or not Palmer has heard of him in return, he doesn't ask.