Her eyebrows shot up somewhat dramatically as he tells her his name. Trying her best to smooth out her expression, she says, "Mordred, huh? Isn't that the name of King Arthur's nemesis? Or am I thinking of someone else? Hmmm..." Her eyes wandered over the shelves and hanging things in the shop, but there was simply too much to take in. Sipping absentmindedly at her drink, she replied, "Oh, I guess you didn't hear me back there at the drink stand. The names Bridget. Some people call me Brit. Either way is fine with me."<br/><br/>Taking another long slurp at the raspberry slushie, she watched as the man fed honey to the moth in the cage. "I don't think I've ever seen a moth that big," she said, leaning in to get a better look at it.