[Well. The tension in the room seems to change when he gives what is undoubtedly the wrong name and fails to recognize hers in turn, but there's no actual hostility as far as Bard can tell; he'll probably survive the night here. He steps aside, thinking to go ahead and get some of that soup, but keeps talking in hopes of further easing the atmosphere.]

It's lucky that I'm here and not one of my recent neighbors, or you'd find yourself with someone who's not very good at sharing.