[ Names. Of course. A flush of something washes over Flynn—embarrassment, maybe, tightening his belly—but it's short-lived, because his fizzy water is bright in his veins and that doesn't seem like so bad a gaffe, after all. Actually, it's kind of silly of him to forget, isn't it? But he's been doing that left and right, and so Flynn just laughs again and holds out a hand. ]

My name is Flynn. It's all I can seem to recall!

[ He's been given an out, at least, which is very gracious of her, so at least he's only almost put his foot through several broken bottles instead of straight into his own mouth. ]

Let me start that again, then, please: what is your name, and would you like to be left alone against your wall?