Tig. Must be short for something, but what he can't figure out right away. Or a nickname? Well, if she wanted to explain further, she would.

"I'm Vincent," he replies. He pushes some ferns out of the way, pauses to look for the next marked tree. "They'll be sending rescue along soon though, I'd imagine." He had already assumed that; it might take a few days, but they would be rescued soon. He was just happy that he was alive.