[Her eyes darted to the side, half expecting one of the workers to be there, ready to reenforce these rules about names, and the City, but there was no one. She was beginning to think it was safer to speak your mind here than it had ever been on the ship, but she couldn't be sure yet.
Gaze settling back on Trip's face, she eyed his right cheek for a moment, wondering if this really was a mental trick that had her seeing him like this.]
No. Delilah Bristow, here. [She would neither confirm nor deny that name, apparently.] What is your 'name?' [There was the slightest emphasis on name, though. She knows his name (Charles Tucker III, how you could forget a mouthful like that), but she doesn't know who he is here, in the context of...whatever this really was.]
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Gaze settling back on Trip's face, she eyed his right cheek for a moment, wondering if this really was a mental trick that had her seeing him like this.]
No. Delilah Bristow, here. [She would neither confirm nor deny that name, apparently.] What is your 'name?' [There was the slightest emphasis on name, though. She knows his name (Charles Tucker III, how you could forget a mouthful like that), but she doesn't know who he is here, in the context of...whatever this really was.]