That's a first. Yancy grins around the pasty he's biting into. His own plate is still empty, since he's been simply picking up what looks good and eating it where he stands so far. It's not the way a buffet generally works, but he keeps getting caught up in conversations. It's distracting, but he doesn't mind this type of distraction.

He's not exactly sure what to do with a first name, but hey. He can roll with that. "Ranger Becket, Yancy." He returns cheerfully. Officer Rory can relax, he's found one of the few people in the building that have no obligation to stand on ceremony with basically anyone besides the Marshall. And the Marshall isn't in town.