Danny noticed that her eyes had gotten wide at his statement of time, and was glad that his presumptions had been correct. After all, who was he to know what the hell she did? For all he knew, she could have been a well informed tour guide. But that was easily dismissed by her instant change of posture. She seemed slightly agitated, but more anxious to get moving by his statement more than anything. Danny was then taken for another confusing twist when she opened her mouth once again to speak.
Right. Mustn't be late. Follow me. Danny wasn't sure if she was ordering him around now, or was just being extremely blunt in telling him to hurry his ass up. Regardless, his dazed expression by the oxymoron of the situation - a soft command. Weird, right? - she spun around and started walking in a direction that he could only assume was towards the estate. He instantly fell behind, and shook himself back into reality to catch up to her, nearly letting a simple "Alrighty then, Sergeant.' get out of his mouth before shutting it quickly. Didn't need to get off on the wrong foot with a girl that seemed to just want to do her job the best that she could. Now, he wasn't all that far behind her, since his little moment only lasted a few miliseconds. However, it was enough for her to begin a slowing down period in her pacing, which urked him slightly. In barely any time at all he was in step with her pacing, which was a brisk walk (yeah, he noticed that sort of thing too..)
Danny didn't mind the silence of the walk as they continued down the path towards the estate. In fact, he quite enjoyed it, since it was rare for silence to appear in his line of work. Silence was the best way to keep secrets, and he kept a lot of them tucked away by merely not stating a thing. However, regardless of her quiet demeanor, Danny was quite unsure if she was comfortable with it: he assumed that she was, seeing as how she didn't seem awkward or anything, but Danny always remembered the golden rule. Never assume, for it makes an ass out of you and me.
So, instead of being a normal socialite, he decided to do a little probbing. Yeah, he was skeptical of the cute blonde to his side. It wasn't his fault that he rarely could trust a stranger: it came with his history. So, at the moment, still not knowing her name, he broke the silence. "Well, I'm Danny, but I have a hunch that you already knew that." He took a sip of his tea while staring straight ahead, letting that sink in for a few seconds before continuing. "So, you think you can let me in on the secret of your name?" He turned a little towards the lady as he spoke. This was his normal way of asking names of others, as to Danny a stranger's name was the first secret they lost to him. After that, it was all circumstantial secrets that he would find out - he really didn't like snooping into other people's business; instead, their business always seemed to find him. It really was depressing at times, knowing all these things that one really didn't need to know. However, Danny knew that it could and would come in handy.