didn't get your name, did I?” “I didn’t offer it,” she tells me in a tart voice, her chin up. I notice she's hugging the towel a little tighter to her, and her shoulders are tense at the sight of the rest of the crew. "Well, until then, I'll call you…Roosha. That's a nice name." Old-fashioned, but pretty. I like it. "That's shit," Alyvos says. "The kef kinda name is Roosha?" "My mother's name was Roosha," Sentorr says, an odd expression on his face. Kef me. It gets real quiet.
