[ Name day. It sounds like such an antiquated title for the celebration, and she wonders at the sort of worlds the people around her came from. How different are they from herown? How lost are these people in such a foreign place? There's nothing she can do about any of it, yet she feels like she should be doing so much more.

The girl's offer catches her off guard, blindsiding her with the care behind it. She doesn't have anything of the two men she'd lost, the same way she doesn't have momentos of the friends she'd left behind at home, so the idea of having something... ]

Thank you. [ Her voice cracks a bit with a sudden swell of emotion that she swallows down. ] I would really appreciate that. Their names were Jim and Logan.

[ Such simple names for such complex people. She forces a grateful smile and addresses a previous question. ]

And just call me Daisy. Or if you feel like you need to be more formal or proper or whatever, you can call me Agent Johnson. That's my title: Agent.