Her body tensed even at the slight movement. In spite of maintaining her stance against the wall, it was like she was prepared for some sort of battle. It wouldn't be wise. Even an untrained eye could tell the man had a powerful presence, and Alice wasn't exactly untrained.
"Alice Sharrow," she answered him, still tensed for fight or flight, though she wasn't quite sure where she would go if she tried to make a break for it without knowledge of the place's layout. And vampires were fast. She knew that much from personal experience. "Can I ask what yours is, or is that against the rules now?" From anyone else, it might've been deemed a sassy remark, but from her, it was indeed a genuine question.