While his one good eye darted between the obvious center-of-attention hand-cannon pointed at his face and trying to search the room behind her, Judith was deadlocked on him; every twitch, every breath, every stiffened muscle was intrinsically spotted and analyzed to prepare for the proper reaction. If he reached for anything resembling a weapon, she wouldn't hesitate to put a body in the hallway.
Until he spoke...
The first words out of his mouth shot up a red flag Judith hadn't thought about in years; though the surname she'd been given long before living memory did show up on the hotel PDA, she had never really used it. The only times it ever came up in conversation was a scattered few over her tween years, when Dad told her where she'd really come from. The name Grimes coming out of this string bean teenager pricked the hairs on the back of her neck. When he said her first name in obvious reference to his sister, a literal chill ran down her spine.
But the only part of it that showed on her face was a new sort of intensity in her eyes; complexities she wasn't sure how to even process. A long pause followed as she filed through the options of what to do next. Nothing seemed the right response- there was even a small part of her that felt like shooting him just to avoid the conversation entirely, but deeper parts of her vetoed the idea. Her nostrils flared with a slow, conscious breath before she lowered the Eagle so it wasn't in his face, but aimed more passively towards his middle. Still a valid threat, but slightly more conversational.
In her world, anyway.
"Your sister's name is Judith Grimes..." It was a question, though her voice didn't pitch at the end; more a demand for clarification, and the answer was obvious in the boy's face. She went on. "Tell me about the world you just came from. Before you signed the book."