"No number?" he says, sounding both surprised and slightly sour all at once.
Well. If they are doing names here then that presents a... problem. Of course, he has a name, but do any of these people deserve to know it? No. He thinks not. An old stand-by will do.
"Smith. Peter Smith." There's no bow or offer of a handshake, but he does finally push himself back up from the wall.
[For Emet-Selch]
"No number?" he says, sounding both surprised and slightly sour all at once.
Well. If they are doing names here then that presents a... problem. Of course, he has a name, but do any of these people deserve to know it? No. He thinks not. An old stand-by will do.
"Smith. Peter Smith." There's no bow or offer of a handshake, but he does finally push himself back up from the wall.