In the car, Alan ran a hand through his hair and shook himself a little to try and escape that cold, cold rain. Then he turned his attention to the stranger in his front seat.
"No, you look lovely," he promised her. "A little damp, but surely no worse for wear. Names might be appropriate now that we're out of that rain, as we're both kin (of a kind). I'm Alan-a-Dale, one of Robin Hood's Merry Men." The Merry part was questionable of late, but hopefully they would soon all get there again.