Brannon furrowed his brow as the young man trailed off. He could not quite believe that it was a serious question, given that Mr. Kirke had come here unbidden, seeking out his office. He had legitimate business as well, and he hadn't just wandered in (attracted by the unusual light or heat of the fire, perhaps). Surely he knew Brannon's name; he must have just forgotten. It was a bit embarrassing, but understandable for a young professional, particularly given the commotion that had begun their encounter. Rather than making a proper introduction of the moment, then, Brannon merely prompted gently, "Fisk." Then, turning his attention back to the charred desktop, he continued dismissively, "Until next week, Mr. Kirke."