[ Any trace of his overthinking is drawn away as he straightens up with the manner of an eager puppy. He's visibly sizing her up, trying to see if she looks any bit familiar. ]

Evenin'!

[ He folds his arms over the bartop, motioning to one barstool in front of him. ]

I hope you don't mind my saying but I'm sure I'd recall the name of fair a lass as yourself. Mind giving it to me so I won't forget?