He reached into a pocket, pulled out a length of metal, and flicked his wrist. The butterfly knife opened up and snapped to attention. "A good detective never gets out of bed unarmed," he said, with a small smile, and slicked his hair back from his face with one hand. "We still need a name." He shrugged. " 'The Rainbow' will do. It doesn't have to strike fear into the other ship, so who cares?"