Dylan smiled wryly, not having expected her to realize who he was--if he hadn't recognized her, he hardly thought that she would've remembered him from when she was a little girl. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if she didn't remember him period. "That's alright," he nodded, stepping a little bit closer and offering her a hand to shake. "Dylan DeFelice," he stated, watching her face to see if there'd be any recognition there. He continued, just in case. "I used to mow your grandmother's lawn and stuff. You were just a kid." He stepped back a bit, dropping his hand from the shake and once again shoving them in his pockets. He hadn't failed to notice the frown on the woman's face--though he guessed it was to be expected in such a situation. "I'm sorry for your loss," he added on, sounding genuine in the statement.