The push back doesn't happen, and maybe he reminds her a little of someone. Or specifically a type of someones. The kind that hasn't been around for a good long while. Close enough, that for a second, it's too close, too oldly-new again, and she looks away from him toward the paths. Her face not changing the slightest. She has no time for those kinds of thoughts.

"That one." She says, with a chin tip. Her voice is less sharp, like maybe she realizes her last question was idiotic, without reason quite yet, but she's so used to her first few weeks, maybe even months in one of these places. With people who don't know her. People who had to be slapped upside the head until they stop trying. She heads off toward that path, expecting the man who could jump into the fountain and stay down that long, can figure out that well enough.

A few seconds in, once he's at her side. "You got a name?" So she can stop referring to him as that guy in her head.