The problem with names like that is it gets tricky to tell which is first or last. Amos nods to her, without taking his gaze away from the passageway before him. "You're welcome. My name's Amos." She'd given him her name first, so he was perfectly fine with giving her his. Besides, she looked and acted very human.

Nothing ahead, as far as he could tell, but he was starting to get the feeling something was behind. He glanced that way, but saw nothing. Being stalked, probably. Lovely.