Marco really, really doesn't like that look that York's suddenly giving him. It raises the hairs on the back of his neck a little, for reasons he can't quite put a finger on. He sort of wants to inch away slowly and bolt, even more so at her question. Shit, should he have given a fake name?

"That's what I said, right? Though I'm not picky, you can call me Matt or Juan or Steve or Isaac."

There was no reason anyone here should be looking at him like they thought they recognized him. He's trying to keep his tone casual, rolling his eyes as if he just can't believe that she needs to ask him his name again, but mostly to cover up the fact that he's trying to check to quick escape routes.