Annie doesn't particularly like walking in front of people she doesn't know, not outside crowds, but it's a social politeness, even in her world, and she's used to just rolling with it.

As soon as she's through the door, she stops and waits for him, and as they walk, she keeps parallel with him. Or, sometimes, a step or so behind.

"I. It's Annie Cresta," she says, debating if she should explain further. "Forget to introduce myself sometimes. Um, though."

There's something that could be a smile.

"You didn't say your name, either."

It's a gentle poke, curiosity more than anything else, both as it the name and if he'd supply a reason for not giving it.