Emma. He thought that seemed like a pretty name, but his experience with human names was rather limited, really. Still, he was almost positive it was pretty. "It's nice to meet you, Emma," he said with a bright smile as she descended the stairs, still not quite meeting her eyes. And then she spoke again, and he paused uncertainly, blinking once. He was a surprise? Surprise how? Maybe.. that he existed at all? A lot of people didn't believe in the Horsemen, after all, so that made sense.
"Oh?" he wondered with a wide-eyed glance, head tilting, almost birdlike. "Well.. you're kind of a surprise, too. I'm not used to--" A pause, and he made a vague gesture toward his temple, white fingers fluttering. "--You know, that thing you did."
If she wasn't a witch, what was she? It was the most curious notion. Was she really from another dimension? If so, did White exist there, too? Would they have ever met? Would she have seen him? "Only witches do that sort of thing where I'm from," he added helpfully, tucking his hair behind his ear again, "but you said you're not a witch.."