The person looked at 'Anabella' a bit abnormally. The person had no idea what she had been talking about, but she seemed to be quite the lost soul, so choose to further interact with her. "Haha, I didn't really hear anything, you just looked as if you didn't know what you were looking at. What is your name?"
The softness of the persons tone was quite reassuring, and didn't seem harmful. Like the protector this person normally is, it would be almost soothing to most people talking with the character. But only Most people.
Her face flushes the all to familiar shade of rose, she was clearly embarrassed. She nervously tangles her fragile fingers in her dark coloured locks, in a failed attempt to keep her frustration low,
" O-oh?! Is that so?! How embarrassing.."
she mumbles, her eyesite remaning on the floor,
" My.. Name is.. Jones.. I mean, Annabella Jones! Annabella... You wouldn't mind if I asked you your name.....?"
she trails off, stealing a glance she wasn't shy, the fact that she hadn't really interacted with people for a while had really thrown her off. She had lost trust and hope, yet the male in-front of her seemed friendly.