The poor girl's eyes widen just a bit, not an obvious panic but it seems to be there in the tensing of muscles as well. If she'd listened carefully, she'd have noticed Mab did not technically ask for her name. It was only polite and she wasn't supposed to be taking advantage of the humans while she was a guest to the Seelie. But the panic and clearly fake name make a slow smile slip across Mab's lips.

"A worthy choice." She murmured, she picked up a small decanter and poured herself something in a faceted glass. When she lifted the glass, the whole thing frosted over and wisp of steam drifted off the top. "You are careful, it will serve you well, Mistress Hecate."