She wouldn't have stayed in contact anyway; her personal space is hers. And she's got some spikes that would be unpleasant to be jabbed by. So, distance is sort of mandatory.

The pen that comes with the paper is idly flipped over her fingers as she debates on what to say to him, before she settles on what would probably be considered the most polite thing in the moment.

My name is Unknown
That is not an attempt to be cheeky
My name was lost with my voice
What do I call you?