He bounced between both his names before he answered. He wasn't much of a secret any more after the little radio incident.
"Phobos. Or Alexander. Most people call me Alex." He came down a few more steps, so he wasn't standing over him. "Are you staying with us?" He looked to the cars, wondering how many others they'd brought. He really hoped they'd brought some food. The art gallery didn't have quite the same selection Stark had.