"Hawkins," Ben answered. "Ben Hawkins." He was a wanted man, but he supposed that didn't matter here. Even if she knew who he was, and she likely didn't, they were in Hell, and he hadn't seen any law enforcement anyway. "I'm Ben," he restated his name, and reached up to scratch his head.
Something wasn't right. Something didn't fit. She wasn't trying to kill him, and she didn't seem to be running from anything. It had to be a trap. Why the hell had he given up his name like that? He could be so stupid sometimes...