Weiss was glad that she wasn't the only one that questioned the name. Not that she guessed it mattered. It wouldn't change and she wasn't overly worried about it at any rate. Of all the things here, that was the least important. It was just a name.
"It's useful, yes. At least at home. Most people have different semblances. My sister and I have the same one, but we have different ways of using it." Her sister was more strict with her methods. She chided Weiss for her bad habits, but Weiss made those perceived negative habits work for her. She was capable of working with her weaknesses and making them strengths. Winter was in the military, so her way of doing things suited her and the Atlesian military.
"Did you? I think I'd rather the living quarters from Beacon to my home." She didn't want home. Home was a prison. A very pretty prison, but a prison all the same. She liked the haphazard room that she'd shared with her friends. It was more like home than anywhere else.
"Weiss," she said in return. "Yes. I think so. Octane is very...Octane sometimes." A pause. "It's a bit like if Jaune and Yang and Nora were all one person."