"Just Rafe, not 'Miss Rafe'." She didn't want to be hearing 'Miss' from him. At the mention of Lower-Plate, she couldn't deny it nor did she want to. She had nothing to be ashamed of, especially not to someone like this. She was more bothered by her being stupid enough to blurt out 'Raphe' like that. She scuffed her foot but continued to hold her ground.
"Yeah, I'm Lower-Plate. I might not speak as as 'proper' and 'fancy' as you but a condescending, irritating prick is still a condescending, irritating prick even when you dress him up. It's like polishing a turd, it still doesn't make it much better. And if you're so smart you can fill in what 'Raphe' stands for yourself."
She hated to admit it to herself but he had a better chance of doing that then she did. It was getting to the point where even if she could say the right name she didn't recognize it.