She's showing him something. The gestures, the way she's moving, are familiar. And he has no way of clocking whatever it is. Something on her skin, maybe? She doesn't read like she's wearing jewelry. He hums, a neutral sound, and angles his gaze like he's taking it all in.

Bullshittery's gotten him far in life. No reason to slow down now.

"Nah. We just did normal people names." He snorts. "Always thought that was a little boring."