Pet... his daughter would have used that word as an inspiration for a lecture. The thought amused him. He himself was less sensitive to such words. The god slipped into roles as quickly and smoothly others put on a coat. Most people on the station would be aware who was currently inhabiting this flesh. Not this one.
He shook the offered hand. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Constantine. It is Brenna." At least, it was the name that belonged to the body. "I hope everyone here is treating you kindly." Gaining information about the people Constantine had met could not hurt.