"Good to know," Sam said, nodding. He could tell by the smaller man's tone, and the set of his posture, that he wouldn't be getting the woman's name from him any time soon. He'd just have to do some exploring until the museum wanted to be found. Or until he found his brother.
But that didn't mean he couldn't be civil in the meantime. It's not like the guy was being rude, either. He just seemed to know his stuff. He stuck out his hand then, taking a small step closer, but not so much as to invade Arthur's space. "I'm Sam, by the way," he said, "I know. It sounds like I'm about to launch into Dr. Seuss every time I introduce myself."