[It's a little disconcerting when she turns and realizes he was already headed her way, but that probably has more to do with her lack of experience with just about any social situation than anything else. She fully intends to respond to those first questions expediently, but she stops short at the sound of her name. Even wider-eyed than before, she gives him an alarmed look, body still turned as though she intends to bolt at the first opportunity.]
How do you know my--?
[Oh. Oh.]
[Situation aside, there's a hint of mortification that sneaks into her expression the second she realizes the obvious;]
-- Did you see that thing?
[And by 'that thing', she means the thoroughly inaccurate (and/or embarrassing, though how much so she couldn't quite say given her lack of familiarity with basically any of it) profile.]
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How do you know my--?
[Oh. Oh.]
[Situation aside, there's a hint of mortification that sneaks into her expression the second she realizes the obvious;]
-- Did you see that thing?
[And by 'that thing', she means the thoroughly inaccurate (and/or embarrassing, though how much so she couldn't quite say given her lack of familiarity with basically any of it) profile.]