“No last names?” she asked. “I suppose that’s only fair. I don’t have one myself … never did.” The final words made her eyes glaze over, gaze distant. For a brief moment, she actually looked like a proper Cynnish, devoid of life. Then it was gone, replaced by vitality. “I’m Nina.”
I thought this place seemed like The Unbreakable's. It isn't, I think, but it is lively.
