[ After a beat, Skye gives a shrug of 'why not' and moves around the row of seats, dropping into the chair beside him. She immediately kicks her feet up on the back of the seat in front of her, spreading her elbows out on the armrests and leaning over, a cheeky look of amusement on her face as she notes, ] You'll offer me a chair, but not your name?

[ Raising one hand, she seems to accept it. ]

That's cool. I can dig the whole mysterious vibe. Beats the guy at the front desk: I couldn't tell you what vibe he was going for, but it was coming out total pod-person.