"...that whole thing's your name, huh." Garret Hawke sounded relatively normal, but how many people had actual titles to go along with their names anymore? The girl's eyebrows arched, reacting to the oddity to her ears, then her nose wrinkled at the out of place moniker he labeled her with.
"I'll live, long as you don't call me 'my lady' again," she answered his question by not really answering it. Meanwhile her boots stopped before the top of the stairs, at a distance she figured she could still sprint faster than those things if they decided to get antsy.
"I'm Claire, and you really, maybe, should come back inside, probably." God, she sounded like a wuss. This place was turning her into a damn squirrel-jumpy and knee-jerky to dive down the first hole. For that realization alone did she take another step toward him, though her wide blue eyes kept darting back to the animals every time one moved.