She could see that he was still conflicted, despite her assurances that she was fine and would be well looked after. Say... by the court physician? she sighed in her thoughts. It wasn't the first time she had sought his assistance, and it wouldn't be the last. She disliked compromising the old man, and taking advantage of his kindness like so, even if he didn't mind it.
"I thank you for your attentiveness to my well-being, and I promise you, I will have everything throughly examined! Pinky swear!" she held out her finger to lighten the mood. "And if anyone's to be the rude one, I would presume it upon myself," she said, absolving him, and then proceeded to explain: "I haven't even asked your name!" "I'm Ev..." she hesitated for a moment remembering the last time she had revealed her name. "Angie, Angie Spurling," she said, starting anew with her father's name - not a lie, but not the whole truth either. "Call me Angie," she said, taking his hand and standing up. If he recognized the name she could dismiss herself as a relative, which would explain her status.
"So what do you do? When you're not selling furs or dealing with people like me who bump into your stand," she said, dusting herself off as best as she could from the muck on the muddy ground. The pelts of fur have gone great lengths in diminishing the potential damage that could have been done, falling on top of a stand like that!