What a familiar answer he had given. Lexine could sympathize with Thomas' sentiment, currently worrying about three separate missing persons although she figured she cared less for Bard II than the knight did. "They're quite right to want someone looking after them. Keeps me employed, I suppose," she commented, a dry voiced reflection on an occupation she honestly only had a dubious familiarity with. For the second time that day he asked her name, and she remembered that in fact her first greeting had been interrupted. "Lexine Tristan," she said shortly, quick to continue afterwards. "And your name is?" Of course, she knew of Sir Thomas, but opted to return the formality out of respect. She'd done her homework like any true bodyguard, and hadn't intended to let Karl Leid walk into a court she wasn't very familiar with. Well, Karl Leid had been more familiar, it turned out, because they couldn't find him in the actual court's building.