She laughed, shaking her head, "It does, but so does Dee, which is what I usually go by, and Hell?" She shrugged one shoulder, the second drink going a little slower than the first, but only a little, "It can stay where it is." She held up a hand to show the tidy tattoo circling her wrist, "How's your Latin?"
It was the family motto: 'With sword we stand astride the Pit', "Family motto." She explained, "And I don't take it anywhere near as literally as some of the rest of the tree does."