"Doherty," she supplied and took another bite of her chicken. Brenna wasn't in the habit of becoming too familiar too quickly; it gave people all kinds of ideas. Such as that she'd want to have further conversations with them in the future. As friends. "Miss Doherty. And no, I won't be." The dark haired woman didn't bother to ask his name, she didn't want it. "Though, if you do find yourself having a bit of trouble, I'm sure there are more than enough Greek men would wouldn't mind giving you a hand or two."