[color=f7941d]"My name is Damian Grant, I am from-"[/color]
 
"-Okay, wait, no, hold the phone.", Malie interrupted. She took a second to center herself as he continued talking, persumably not having heard her. She flipped down her sunglasses and waited for Sweatervest to get himself settled in.

[color=f7941d]"...Mind if I catch your name?"[/color]

[i]Why are you casually asking my name after accusing me of a crime? Actually, what crime are you even accusing me of? Grand Theft My Own Drink?[/i], Malie wondered. He was definitely some kind of spastic; their earlier "conversation" in the meeting room had made that abundantly clear. How did you deal with these people, again..?

"Oh, well, uh, ya see... My, er, mom told me never to, y'know, give my name to...", Malie squinted behind her sunglasses, trying to find the least offensive way to say 'crazy people', "...the charismatically challenged.", she finished.