[Joe raises one eyebrow, shaking his head.] That's some kind of name. [He restrains the impulse to point out that it's a stupid name, or to note that he hopes it's a nickname because who would name their child that, honestly? He's just not sure it would go over well, and while he's fairly certain he could defend himself against this Basco if necessary, he's not really in the mood for a fight.]

And I said earlier, there's no indication that this space belongs to anyone, much less you. [He squints at the teasing nickname. It doesn't surprise him, it doesn't even upset him. He's heard them all.] And it's Joe. My name is Joe.