"A name? Of course I have a name! Who doesn't?" Rucks exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm for the situation at hand, he turned his read to the one who asked him the question, her eyes were blue, much like the sky they were sailing through right now. His mind wandered back to his thought on the dock and he played with the idea of whether her eyes were more like the ocean of sky or sea in terms of buoyancy. He quickly dismissed it, if did happen to be trapped in her eyes he assumed his floating would be the least of his worries. His mind snapped back to the conversation, and he'd been silent for a few seconds now. It wasn't so long that it had brought up an uncomfortable silence but long enough to provoke some form of thought that he had phased out. He chose his next word carefully before speaking, "Either way people call me Rucks, I assume you have a name? Or were your parents really that spiteful?"

His attention then turned to the other person helping him down the stairs, she was incredibly short in stature. In fact, the other girl was shorter the Rucks also. This was probably the source of the discomfort in his back right now being at shoulder height with the two people cause him to be at a far lower position than hew as used to. Glancing again at the shorter of the two helpers - Ruck believed that she had been called Simnia by the one who wasn't quite so short - had nothing particularly interesting about her appearance. Nothing though provoking at the very least. The only comment Rucks could possibly make was about her sandy blonde hair and even then the most intellectual hing he cold say would be that it was "nice".