It takes time to move from house to house in search of pharmaceuticals (and anything else she can think to look for). The story she listens to unfolds across each of them, from tiny one room apartments that are little more than furnished closets to sprawling ranches with more rooms than sense and seemingly every other thing in between. If it might have been a home, she breaks into it, steals its drugs, and leaves.

She is quiet, for the most part. The searching is mostly not difficult, the girl can do this by smell alone. None of the doors are guarded, and for all the lack of security their locks are likewise unimpressive. It's nice. It lets her focus on her sister and her many names, her many lives, and her many stories. Each one feels so rich in detail that it's hard to even hold onto all of it by the time she reaches the end of a new piece of explanation. And impossible to believe anyone could have so much to their lives in the first place. But if anyone could, it'd be this wretched creature at her side with her mesmerizing eyes. They remind the girl of stars, though she can't explain why. But the connection refuses to leave her, so she holds onto it.

Hm. Maybe some sort of star name? She opens her mouth to make the suggestion when her eye is pulled toward a tall bottle made of darkened glass. Her head tilts in curiosity, and her feet carry her across the plush carpet to grasp it in her hands. The top has been stopped up for some reason with a cork, but a quick twist of her pinky claw and that obstacle pops out without effort. 

She brings the bottle close to her nose and sniffs deeply. Straight away her entire face scrunches up in distaste, and what had been a search for an appropriate seeming glass instead becomes a tentative holding out of her fingers. Just enough to catch a couple of drops and bring them to her tongue. 

"Oh! [i]Gods[/i]," she retches, "That is just... eugh. You know for some reason when I saw this I was sure it would be delicious? I don't know, I just... can't imagine anything this color ever tasting bad? But no. No. Oh please, no. That's so disappointing. Do you think it went, like, bad? I mean, who knows how long any of this stuff has been sitting here."

With a shrug and a sigh she upends the bottle over a tap drain, looking betrayed the entire time. 

"...Do you really think it matters? Your old names, I mean. Not that I don't understand the appeal of having a single name that you can define yourself by or anything, but if you ask me it's natural to have different names for different parts of your life. For instance, I [i]did[/i] have a childhood but it... hm? Hmmm. I wish I could remember what it was like. I feel like you deserve a story to pay you back for all the ones you've given me. 

"Still, for a time like that, when I was small and learning they'd have had a name for me, wouldn't they? I couldn't have chosen it by myself the way that you did. But I grew up and came to my family, and they must have called me something different. It'd be ridiculous, calling me by a child's name now that I'm as large as I am. I think it's the same thing for you."

She holds up a hand to head off a shake of her sister's head she can feel coming in the air around them both. 

"No, I'm serious. Your past might be soaked in blood, but why should your future be? There's no one to kill out here. There's... no one at all, really. But even if there was, there's no more Admiral Heller to make you do that stuff. And even if there [i]was[/i] we could always... walk away? Really, I think finding a name that could stand up to your entire life would be difficult even if there was no blood at all. But a new name... doesn't have to follow you back into the past."

She finds another bottle, and pops it open before she can stop herself. She's all the way to tasting it before she realizes her mistake and makes another face. But this time what registers is more... uncertainty than outright disgust. She takes another tiny sip, then violently shakes her head. The bright yellow label on the bottle dances in the light as she hurls it across the room from her, where it rolls cheerfully away into the yard beyond.

"If you'd like to be someone different than you were. Even just a little. I dunno. A name's as good a place to start as any."