Dexter hadn't really expected anybody to talk to him, and certainly not somebody knowing his name. He glanced up from the coffee with an obviously confused look on his face and tried to place the woman he was looking at. He didn't think that he'd ever met her before, so it was extra curious that she would know him.
"Yeah?" He sat up further, abandoning his previous thoughts and the hovering over the cup.
And actually, he was grateful for the distraction. He just hoped that she wasn't about to hit him up for something that he didn't know about. Had there been another Dexter in the City? Did she know him from the time he'd been gone? There was no evidence that he'd found to support the idea.