"Thank you, sir." She sits neatly on the bench, looking around and searching for hints of spring. Flowers, green growing things, an indefinable scent. And while the scent of orange lingers in the air, but she can't even muster up a mild hunger.

Tinya gets up as well and curtseys at the introduction. "May I ask which name you prefer to use?" It sounded like the codenames they had in the Legion. There were people who preferred their given name, those who preferred their codename. And those who couldn't escape their given name, even when they tried.