She realizes that she didn't say her last name as soon as he says his, and for some reason, his name seems really familiar, though she can't exactly remember why. Maybe there was an article in the paper? She brushed it off, however, noting that his name sounded...almost aristocratic. She wondered if he was a pureblood. But he didn't seem to mind her.
"Astrophel," she said softly, trying out the name on her tongue. It rolled off with a sort of unforeseen fondness, "I rather like that name."
At his other questions, she wasn't quite sure how to answer. She gave a shrug of her slight shoulders, nibbling softly on her lower lip in indecision of what to tell him, "No one is walking with me, and an escort is probably a bit out of the question. You see, I don't exactly have a destination in particular. I'm just fond of walking. I wander. Here or any other place...it doesn't matter where," she gave a slightly flippant gesture with her hand that indicated she went wherever she wanted on a whim. She wrinkled her freckled nose gently, "In fact, I even kind of enjoy getting lost...though, I never feel lost when I am lost..." Not like she'd been feeling moments ago...she felt out of place where she should have belonged.