Oh fuck it all. Here it comes, he was sure of it. He watched her carefully and tried to decide what this was. He made a living, a very good living, in reading people better than they were currently reading themselves. Then again, most of the time, he wasn't personally involved and it clouded his judgement. Shit.

A moment had passed before he snapped himself out of it and he was sitting back up in his chair. Yeah, he remembered her. She had been awkward and he hadn't been sure she was old enough to drink. "Maddie," he replied, giving a small shrug once he had. "But I can't see how that one would matter, since I definitely remember quite a bit of latex rubber."