Azrael stopped and turned around again. "Hey I just thought you might want someone to talk to" he shrugged. "My name's Azrael. I'm pretty sure I recognise you from the network but I wasn't sure" he added.
He knew he could find out who she was easily enough without even asking. He could look into her past, her future, he could find out when she died if he chose but as a general formality he didn't do that with people. It wasn't important, and he wanted to get to know people the way others did. To talk to them instead of spending all of his time hiding in solitude. He saw a reflection of himself in her misery when he walked into the bar.
"What's your name?" he asked. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to sit down beside her yet or if she'd get annoyed at him quickly and tell him to fuck off again. Time would tell.