Sandry was thinking the same thing. And the other in her head wouldn't go away. If anything, the presence got stronger and louder, which caused the stitch witch to pull a face. Who are you? Why are you in my head? She asked, finally giving up on shutting out the other presence completely.

"...No. I... I'm from Traverse Town. You're from...?" Sandry let the sentence hang. She wasn't exactly sure what the proper question was. You're from where, or you're from what world? Or... perhaps it had been better to say 'What world are you from?' either way, she'd already said something. "I'm sorry for being rude. I'm Sandry, it's nice to meet you."

She didn't ask him what his name was. It was implied that he'd just tell her. If not, well, she'd be a little vexed.