Lulu blinked, coloring slightly. "Do I? How would you rather I speak, then? God forbid you think I'm odd."
Regardless, it did unsettle her in that stupid way -- the one that would have her re-analyzing their conversation later, wondering if she really did sound fucking weird. Then her opinion of herself would fluctuate for a good five minutes before she remembered that it didn't really matter if she had or not, and that she'd heard worse things anyway. Not that it'd ever affected her need for approval. She'd never been able to shake herself of that.
"My name's Lulu," she said at last, after a small but thoughtful pause. "It's easy to remember."
A lot of things came to mind to say about teeth and size and damage, but none of them seemed good enough now. Instead she simply took the bar at the bends, just as Marcus instructed. Maybe a part of her was starting to feel badly for wasting his time.