Bewildered was about right. Also mesmerized. It took a good solid minute for Ben to realize he was being spoken to, actually. There was something sort of hypnotic (in a terrifying way) about watching axes fly down the lanes.
"Uh..." Ben winced and rubbed the back of his neck. "Is it that obvious?" League? There was a league? "I didn't even know there was a league so, uh... I guess that answers that question actually." Dammit, and there went the verbal vomit. This happened every time he put a toe out of his comfort zone--which didn't happen often, since he tended to like to stay pretty firmly within it.
Wow this was embarrassing. He hadn't even attempted to throw an axe yet and he was already making a fool of himself. Pretty much par for the course, actually. "Anyway," he said, getting back on track, "I'm Ben, and clearly I have no clue what I'm doing." He offered his hand a bright grin and hoped to God this woman didn't think he was crazy.