"Six, I think?" Sansa sounds uncertain. More uncertain than she actually is, because although nobody told her that, it seems like the most obvious explanation for her being taken to the floor labelled with a 6. But it's rarely a bad idea to let people underestimate you, and he may give her more information the more lost she seems. "I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself..."

And she bobs a curtsey, tucking her hair back behind her ear and trying to think whether she should give her real name. "You can call me Jeyne," she decides after a moment, plucking her childhood friend's name out of the air. It's a good, common sort of name, and one unassociated with treachery and regicide. And, she tells herself, it isn't technically a lie. She didn't say it was actually her name, just that it was one he could use. "And I would love some tea, sir, if you don't mind."