（ she exhales hard. her eyes squeeze closed, and then: ）

Well, you have a name, Mr. Notaraccoon?

（ this is ... okay. she can read between the lines. truce. okay.

okay.

the sleeve gets tugged again, reflexively. ）

It was a long time ago. Anyway, isn't that a little personal for a first meeting where we just tried to kill each other? Or, uh, is that just how you say hello in your culture?