Enola blinked, taken back back not by the line of questions but by the blue eyes that stared at her. Izzy's eyes were the same color damn near exactly and so there it was, one of a hundred surreal realizations that continued to hit Enola upside the head on a daily basis since the child had been born.
"I'm sure. My father-thing named her on sight after which I did my own analysis and it makes sense."
Not that she had doubted Physics for a second. As a scientific being it was only natural for Enola to want to find her own proof.