She laughs at his joke about a hint, slightly.  She was so busy in her world that she had missed his name and cue for her own.  "I'm Gwin," She offers as she puts her books on the spot her offered.  She hesitates a moment, she does not want to admit her lack of attention to him but sees no way out of it.  "I am sorry, but I have a lot on my mind.  I must admit I missed your name."  Her cheeks turn a bit darker.  She shifts uncomfortably.  More of her hair falls forward.  She shoves it ungracefully away from her almost olive colored skin.  The way her black hair plays against her skin is most complimentary.  She also loves the way her amber eyes pop against her complection, ok that is at least when she is not so occupied with other worries.<br/><br/>She really didn't want his story, but he has been so kind that she really saw no polite way to refuse.  Besides that, she had no clue how long this ride was.  It would be a horribly longer one if the person she had to sit next to was unpleasant.  She just hopes that he is not about to get into how wonderful life is and how she needs to smile because it shines through her eyes.  That is the last thing she wants, she would almost prefer to sit next to someone angry at her for the trip.  Still, she politely says "What is your story?"  with curiosity mixed into her voice.  She had always received comments about how soothing her voice was, how sensual its tones could be.  She hoped he would not do this to her today.  She wanted no compliments today.<br/><br/>Once her books were safely piled, she sat back, but rested her hands in her lap, careful to only rest the tip of her elbow on the rests, giving him the front half of the armrest, more than enough for his arm to rest comfortably - even if it did mean contact with a complete stranger.  She took a deep breath and swallowed that.  Life is a series of compramises, she tells herself again and looks to his face as she expects the story to start.