It'd be just sai Snow. But sure. You be Jon, and I'll be Susan. Does me fine.

[She half-smiled at his look around the room. There's no rats just now, to her relief - she didn't mind rats too much, but they were pretty hard to kick away in sandals. This whole thing would be marginally more bearable, she thought, with a decent pair of strong boots.]

[Just as she thought that, he spoke again, and how close his words came to her thoughts pulled a small, breathy little laugh out of her, despite herself.]

Ye're that determined to give me summat, Jon? 'Cause there's nothing I'm about to give 'ee in return. [Just so's we're clear.]