She met his blank stare with her own confused one, her forehead creased in despair. He wasn't going to leave her alone until he got his answer, was he? A thought occurred to her, one that hadn't been able to penetrate the fog that had settled in her mind when he'd asked earlier... forcefully. She didn't want those hands on her again, she wanted him to go away... so she gave in. Slowly (because he didn't like it when she made sudden movements), she dropped her hand into her pocket and withdrew a creased slip of paper. After thumbing the fold for a moment, she raised it to eye level, never lowering her gaze from the strange, terrifying man but rather focusing it on the foreground.
"... Lacie... T-Travis. Th-that's my name... I wrote it down here s-so when I forgot it--" She clammed up once more, remembering who she was speaking to, and returned the slip to her pocket. "T-there. You know it now, so you can go..." Her tone was hopeful, but her eyes were pleading with the boy.