"No and yes. New to this place. Have only been here since my displacement. Weeks and hours. Not years or a lifetime. But not new to life. Eighteen years under a belt," she declared. "Figurative," she clarified as she glanced down to herself. Sometimes she had on a belt, but she didn't today.
Which then put her on a tangent of wondering if intangible experience really did collect beneath belts, and she made a note to check Mal's the next time she saw him. He often had on a belt. She giggled. "Jaime would check his belt," she murmured, her eyes flicking toward where she knew the other girl to be, though she couldn't see or hear her just then.
Shaking out of her distraction, she refocused herself on Kyle. "If you wish to be a Kyle. Names are given upon birth, surname following parental, following marriage. Changes upon marriage if the woman wishes to take the man's name." She paused. "Not married. Tam is family name. I have a brother, Simon, but he is not here."
Yet, she wanted to add, though there was not sufficient data to quantify that. Maybe his number wouldn't be plucked from the pool of data.