[Susan isn't sure how she feels about the quiet, intent regard she's getting from those dark eyes, but she guesses she doesn't have the right to complain about anyone else staring, under the circumstances. At the woman's introduction, she steps back from the bars, just far enough to tap her throat in greeting.]

Susan Delgado. Daughter of Pat Delgado as was.

[Then, almost shyly, testing the waters of friendly humour:] I hope Dean ain't the name you were born with, else I'd feel some pity for your da. Dan Dean sounds a hell of a name to bear.