Arla stared at him, her eyes large and owlish as magnified by her glasses. She was acting like it was just a little bit too early in the morning for stuff like this---that, or she wasn't nearly drunk enough yet.
"No, really. Who are you," she said. "Your name. I don't know you." And he was in her space being.. philosophical. Or something. Still, she added, "You're new. Welcome to the freakshow." A ghost of a smile, and then she was moving to sit in a lounge chair.