Bruno was very deep into his armful of books and, easily startled, fidgeted backwards when someone said his name. There was nothing threatening about the man, per se, but before coming here he was still getting used to the idea of not hiding in general. Or people doing anything but seek him out and call his name. He had been actively speaking to only a few people on the network, as many as he could to be as safely sociable as possible. His dark blinked for a moment, pulling it together, eyes shifting around them as if that's where the answer would be. Or there was another Bruno that maybe this person was looking for.
"Y-yes? Hi?" He cleared his throat, folding his books shut and tucking them under one arm, the dark green poncho he was wearing folding over them. The designs were worn but very clearly hourglasses. Or just a pattern. "You're...Raylan?"
Oh wait. "Oh sorry, Deputy US Marshal Raylan Givens?" Some people had a thing about names. Names were important. They meant a lot in Bruno's culture. A curse or a blessing, really, so it was important to get those things right.