The way he pronounced her name caused her to look at him with a little confusion. "MJ, short for Michelle Jones." MJ definitely needed more caffeine for this conversation, especially when the guy bowed.
"You don't need to call my my lady. Really. We aren't really the title type of people here." She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Peter to let him know her run might take a little longer...
"No, I have not seen anyone you described. Sorry. I'm just out on a run. You look you might need... a helping hand."