She shouldered the bag, turning to head toward the entrance. Nathaniel wanted her name. Everyone who helped her wanted a name by which to call her. So which one did she offer up? His little speech about truth was still processing in her thoughts and she knew giving him her real name would lend more to the furthering of this odd little mutual understanding of each other that was forming. "Laura," she said very quietly, as though the name were a terrible word. "But no one has ever called me anything other than my number. X-23."
She remembered the stationary he'd given her the last time, recalling there had been an M.D. after his full name. "What kind of doctor are you?