Fray took another sip of the drink that she'd traded up for. Part of her wanted the coffee back. Part of her would fight this guy for it. Oh yes.
"Haddyn," she said, both eyebrows raising. She she smiled, the scar above her lip stretching and moving. "To you, that means New York City. Cept... that's not what it is, anymore. Part I'm from, in the Lowers, s'called Versi."
She shrugged little shoulders. She was very, very sick of explaining to people that she was from hundreds of years in the future.
"You ever get tired of telling people somethin' you feel like they should just understand?"