[she can't help looking slightly taken aback by this very...proper and British man. he's definitely not the type of person she's used to encountering, and her first question is a rather confused:] Old nosebag?
[but then she recovers herself enough to say:] Uh, Linda Esquivel. Nice to meet you.
[she'd repeat his name, but she can't decide in this case whether to call him by his first name, which is her instinct, or if someone like this should be "mister" on...some sort of principle related to meeting strange well-dressed people from foreign countries]
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[but then she recovers herself enough to say:] Uh, Linda Esquivel. Nice to meet you.
[she'd repeat his name, but she can't decide in this case whether to call him by his first name, which is her instinct, or if someone like this should be "mister" on...some sort of principle related to meeting strange well-dressed people from foreign countries]