The fact that he doesn't ask, that he doesn't pause the flow of the conversation to force her to discuss what could have possibly possessed her parents to give her a boy's name (and a boy's middle name, too) gives him a point towards earning her favor. Maybe she will volunteer it, later, at some point. That point isn't now, and that's okay.
He leans a little and Vincent isn't exactly sure what that means, but her eyes flick slightly to the side in the best approximation of the 'face,' because well. Divination. "It is sort of a strange major," she says. "You could just declare a double major with history and you'd have hit it out of the ballpark." She knows it probably sounds a little judgmental but she can't help it. Her mother read tarot, and yes, this is a little different (a little meaning a lot) but that prejudice is slightly there. "I'll try not to let that color my impression of you."
She takes a moment. "I'm at Marrowston too. I'm in my first year, though, so I guess you can make the face about freshmen at me now. I'll pretend I'm used to it."