Joaquin nodded, not really sure what else to say to her. He'd never been good with small talk, or any kind of talk, really, but he was sure that not talking at all would be a lot worse. He was quiet, not impolite, and tended to suffer through any conversation for the sake of being polite. However, he had promised his mother he'd actually try to talk to some of his neighbors for once, and he figured this was as good a time as any, especially if he couldn't go up and paint right now anyway. Besides, so far she didn't seem like a bad person-- then again, they'd barely said anything to each other, but...
"I'm Joaquin," he replied, closing his laptop and tucking it under his arm, shaking her hand with his free one. "Oh-- yeah. I'm in 505, I've seen you a few times. Um... You're the one who plays piano, right?"