Barns? Like where they keep horses? But he said his proper name and she smirked. Ah, Barnes. With his comment on her seeming like someone to not make a mortal enemy of actually made her smirk a bit more, a small smile of amusement on her face as she looked up at him. As tall as Dream, she'd say.

"So long as you don't try to eat someone's soul or something just as moronic, we're good. No mortal enemies." She said it like some joke, smirking still, but she happened to be rather serious. "Constantine. Johanna Constantine. If I had friends, they might call me something inappropriate, so Johanna I suppose will do just fine."

As he spoke of his book choice, she glanced around a bit, before moving to try and hop backwards up on a sorting table, legs dangling there. "The Secret Garden. That's my Wash Day novel. I always get a few more chapters in each trip. When I bother to do a trip at all." It wasn't like her messy apartment back home had a machine. Then again it wasn't as if she were home often anymore.