[Something, definitely, because the sound of his name gets a definite reaction - one of confusion and wariness. He looks between her face and the end of her weapon rapidly. While he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth...]
How do you know my name?
[...He's never done well when put on the spot and he knows he's never met her in his life. He doesn't know that many dark-haired people in the first place, and none that close to his own age.]
boy oh!
How do you know my name?
[...He's never done well when put on the spot and he knows he's never met her in his life. He doesn't know that many dark-haired people in the first place, and none that close to his own age.]