"Megara," Miller repeated, then clicked his fingers when the penny dropped. "You're the one who told Ray not to fuck with that hell dog in the dog park. Cerberus. I'm in your debt," he added lightly. "Wouldn't want my guy ending up in the underworld.
"So. First of the Furies. That sounds like a big job." As he spoke, Miller tried to think back to what he knew of the Furies in general. It wasn't much. His formal education had ended when he was sixteen and he'd had only a couple of terms on ancient myths and the like. Not enough to prepare him for talking to living, breathing myths in Night Vale. "I'm Miller, by the way." He offered his hand. "Joe Miller."