"Ha! I am on to you now Jason Delano Octavia Compson."

A few of those names may or may not have been randomly added on based on whomever her eyes happened to pass over as she threw back her first drink. Her smile is still in place- nay, larger- as she places the glass back down and waves the bartender over for another. His question, sadly, is ignored for the moment as she pushes forward along her own point.

"Such a innocent question. 'You got a favorite,' indeed, sir. Come now, point out which are yours. Or which particular bloodstains formerly crawled out from your forest domain, I suppose."