Certainly not as generous as Mrs. Coulter whose first name she guarded like a national secret. No one else knew it existed save for the most intimate few (among them her departed husband). But she was feeling rather careless that day. If she didn't watch herself, she could be conversing with her daemon right in front of Ms. Chiba.
"I wish the circumstances were more pleasurable," Mrs. Coulter said, running her fingers on the golden monkey's shimmery fur, "I knew because you don't go into the pawn shop asking where to buy things, though to be honest with you Ms. Chiba, I don't think you will find that very useful here, if you mean to communicate to someone from the outside of course. We're in another realm after all, I'm sure you've noticed."
The golden monkey gave her human a stare. She was not usually that chatty, not during the first acquaintance anyway. But something had unhinged in her the moment she woke up that morning. It was as though she woke up from a week-long of illness. She couldn't explain it.