Despite the fact that she was pretty sure that it was anything but fine (really, who smooths out the ruffs in their shirt with an exact precision and then act as though nothing had happened?), the question distracted her enough that she didn't comment on it. Instead, she just took a step back, tilting her head to the side with a vague curiosity. Huh. He did look...vaguely familiar. She couldn't for the life of her put her finger on exactly where or why, but...
"There's a distinct possibility," Tonks said with a slight amusement in her voice. "Can't for the life of me recall a name, but your face is definitely striking some chord in the old brain box. Name's Tonks. You?"
She knew that the Dreaded Question would likely come soon, but hopefully, that would be enough. Tonks wasn't exactly a common name, after all.