Vivio? It made Sherry raise her eyebrows (not that she could point out much in the way naming superiority - her parents had named her after either A. an alcoholic beverage or B. a variation on a French word for friendship. Sherry had her suspicions it was probably more likely A than B), but still, it would be polite to reply, rather than just stare blankly at the girl with mismatched eyes.

"Sherry Redfield-Kennedy. It's nice to meet you." She smiled, but it felt a little awkward and stiff. The little girl never had done very well with new people, after all.