The Technician cast her gaze downward. Possibly. She seemed to lower her head for a moment when the subject of her name came up. "Have you ever heard the old surface stories about how knowing someone's name can give you...some degree of power over them?" she asked, after a moment. "I think perhaps the opposite is true. If you take someone's name away, you gain control of them in some way. How does someone know who they are if not what they call themselves?" She cleared her throat, brushing off the moment of wistfulness. "Regardless. I am heading north, though I'm not inclined to ask for help. I'm not in the habit of relying on others. I feel that placing too much trust in the motives of others... it tends to get you into trouble. " Perhaps it was this individual's pleasant disposition that set her a little bit on edge. It was, maybe a bit too reminiscent. There were none of the signs of course. It just unearthed some unpleasant memories. --- Meanwhile, a girl appeared on the man going by 'Enoch's' table. That was, she had not approached the table. Nor had she come to stand or sit at it. What had, one moment been a clean tabletop with some glasses and cutlery turned to clattering and chaos as a young woman materialised from thin air a few inches above its surface before hitting it with a crash. She lay there, supine for a few moments, a half-lidded, dreamy expression on her youthful features. Indeed she was a relatively young woman, and well-dressed to a degree that indicated she was clearly not short of money...even if she was perhaps lacking in judgement with how best to spend it, as few of the garments she was wearing seemed to match in colour, particularly against her vivid, ginger hair, which at that moment sprawled out around her like a stranded zee creature. After the brief, but doubtlessly awkward pause, she blinked several times, spun up to a sitting position, and regarded the chaos around her before stifling a small laugh. "Oh sir, dreadfully sorry...I think I must have overshot a little."