Miss Howard was staring at him with a slightly queer expression now -- it definitely had overtones of, who are you? which had only expanded during his comments about Marcy and Neumann. Her expression even bordered on the vaguely suspicious. Then her expression actually changed to that of something near a smile, as Miss Howard lit up as though having come to her own private conclusion, and felt herself at peace.
"Yes," she said, "but come with me; you seem to have the liberty of having my name without being introduced, but here I am conversing with a strange man whose name and motives still remain a mystery to me. I won't swoon and try to call it a shame, but I will call it a disservice."
She was already taking her first few steps away -- and she was crooking her finger at him imperiously, as though absolutely expecting him to follow, briskly navigating her way through the marketplace and stepping into some doorway. Her hand reached for the door, but again she said, "Name? Quick."