He stares at her. "...Yeah, uh-huh," he answers sarcastically. "My name's James."

He had a moment there when he almost called himself the Master, but it's a bit too conspicuous. Easier to masquerade with the name of his other parts, and it's not the first time he'll have done so.

And he's still not entirely sure the bird can understand him, but he's going with it because he sees no reason not to. Not like he cares that some people seem to be crossing the street to not have to pass him.