"Lantar." A moment of hesitation and then, "Lantar Sidonis. I'm a Turian."

Because he can see the question in her eyes and for once, he didn't feel like putting up a fight about it. He was tired. So, very, tired.

"I own Weaver's bar down on Main Street. If you need anything, you can usually find me there. Or on the phone, really."

Considering the state of his house, he's not particularly keen on her dropping by if he can help it. It's not a very big town though.