"They never hurt me." Saturday is actually standing a little ways off, now, jarred out of her memory by his presence. "Not after pops took me in. That lot - " a sharp nod, almost a wince, at the screams echoing frozen through time " - doesn't come near Center turf, an' by the time pops had me runnin' errands near their territory, he knew I knew how to keep out of trouble."

She gives him a little smile.

"My real name's Makoto Ramirez. You can call me what you like, but I'd rather Jorgmund only know Saturday, dig?"