"Humans seem to have this pecular habit of basing their songs off potential consorts and love," Sheikah observed with a wrinkle of her nose. Really, it all sounded distasteful to her, but, eh. Cultural differences.
But before they continued, some sort of introduction was in order. She had sort of threatened him and eventually managed to convince him to actually help her, and throughout this entire discussion she didn't even know his name.
"I'm Sheikah. I suppose it's only proper for you to know my name."