Merope believed that all men were cruel, intimidating, abusive individuals that preferred to see her squirm or suffer. The only person she'd been remotely attached to was her husband and even he hated her, which didn't say much for her to begin with. Merope wanted to escape immediately, but couldn't manage the energy to run nor enough to say something to possibly annoying him. Thankfully, he hadn't moved too quickly for her, so she appeared more calm with the longer they spoke until she wasn't practically climbing on the table to get away.
Merope nodded her head to his request, pulling up her left hand covered by the end of her deep violet sweater to her mouth,"M..Merope Gaunt, sorry." Finding her bravery, she raised her ghost-like complexioned visage to his own matching one, staring at him with her mismatched eyes of blue and green. Clearly, just from her face, she was inbred to some degree.