"Not today, at least." At hearing those words Jamie visibly relaxed for a few seconds, then tensed up again "Do you have a name, person I'm not about to eat?" That was different. Would this one stay? Throughout her travels she had met a few people who wanted to know her name, and they usually stayed with her a while, trying to find their way to New York, then they'd all disappear. Some with a few of her precious belongings, or some leaving a few belongings with her. Those were always the worst. When they stole from her, she still had hope that they were still alive. When they left their belongings with her, she knew they weren't coming back.<br/><br/>Jamie looked at her uncertainly, and regarded her with fear. "Is that what you like then? Knowing your prey's name before you eat it?" She tried not to crack a smile with the ridiculousness of her statement, squared her shoulders, and tried to look as tall as possible. "Jamie. Jamie Baker." She kept her distance as she tried to study the other woman. She definitely had southern accent but that's all she could discern about her.