"I should probably know it," Veronica admits with a slight wince, feeling bad. It would probably be cold comfort to point out that despite not knowing his name, she'd been the first person to notice he was gone. "We never formally met and things were a little weird those first days." It's the best excuse she's got, even if it isn't much of one.

"You were with a guy with red hair," she offers, feeling kind of shitty because she doesn't know that guy's name, either. She arches her eyebrows, hopeful, and rears slightly back in her seat at the intense stare being directed her way.

This kind of shit, she thinks, is probably why she hadn't learned his name last time.

"I'm Veronica," she slowly offers, and stares back at him, expectant.