"It'll pass," Tom answered, trying to reassure her again, partially with the hope that she would decide to untwine herself from around him. He had never been good at understanding the mentalities and whims of children; even when he was a child, he had always felt as if he was quite separate from the rest of them. He couldn't understand their petty actions and pointless emotions. It seemed as if he had always been somewhat inclined toward the darker side of things.
Unfortunately, it seemed to have very little effect on her.
"It is a pub," Tom said with a nod. However, everything that he had been wondering about suddenly slipped away as she revealed her name. Dumbledore. How intriguing. Surely, that couldn't be an overly common name. He kept his reaction hidden carefully away. There would be enough time to ask, he rather suspected. It was a bad storm. It was going to pass, but not anytime soon.
"Tom Riddle," he said with a small smile, introducing himself in return.