He felt a need to share his name as well, given that everyone else had done the same so logically, it was only proper that he reveal his name. "I'm Robert," he introduced himself. Shifting in his chair, Robert decided to follow the rules. It's one of the many things his grandfather taught him, even if most of the time the rules themselves didn't makes sense.
"The tea is moving," he commented allowed before settling back in his chair. "If we tell memories, then we get out, right? I have to feed a dog so I'd like to leave soon. So...um...when I was ten my grandpa gave me my first guitar to play music on." It wasn't the best of memories, but it wasn't the worst of them either, so he was willing to take what he could get if it meant getting out of there.