Alister exhaled slowly, running his fingers slowly upwards his face, his eyes blinking at the exclaiming woman. He flinched ever slightly, letting his gaze wandering over to her, now knowing she knows about him, or at least has an idea of what's underneath the bland facade he's been adorning for years. He clenched a few fingers, pondering the idea of giving her an early grave, but quickly dismissed it, he might just slip into another sleep if he were to try. He even pondered using a fake name, but his eyes met the earnest woman knealing before him. "Alister."

His gaze wandered across the room once more, scanning for his bag ever briefly before he slowly settles down upon the couch again. His view flickering upon the woman again, only being able to imagine what she was thinking. Perhaps she was a sympathiser? Or just curious? He had already met an array of different people in the past, but he remained calm, he didn't exactly have much of choice. If he were to go outside, he might not even make it back home before daylight, even getting home at all would be a difficult feat. 

Alister bowed lightly, forcing a bare smile. "Likewise, miss Tully." His voice remained weary and somewhat monotone. "...Vasques, it's Alister Vasques."