[ Jesus, thank god, she speaks English. He's perfectly still during her threat, head pulled back, muscles rigid. Despite that, he still sounds respectably calm (if a bit loud) when he answers: ]

Neal Cassidy.

[ And... his head moves a little, just an inch, to try and get a look at the person that seems perfectly capable of putting him in a sleeper hold if she wanted to. No really, it's impressive. Terrifying, but you know. Impressive. ]

This is a hotel- at least, I'm pretty sure it is. I- honestly, I swear to god- I got no idea where or how, I died and I just- woke up here. Same as you.

[ It's a reasonable, rational tone. Something as placating as it is obedient. ]