...crap, a name? This wasn't good; there was no way he was giving this woman his real name, but they hadn't really been given code names either. On top of it, all he could think at the moment was his throat was on fire.

"Hunter O'Nion," he managed (somehow). He was reluctant to let got of Margaret's hand, and set down his drink instead to accept said handshake. Handshakes were innocent... right?