“Ooooh. Maybe they have to turn their throats into gills.” Jade drawls out, visions of fish headed people with lungs made external dancing through her head. Usually this kind of topic put people off. This was the way, so many times, that Jade had cleared a room or a line for her own benefit. Maybe that’s why she’d started this time, but he wasn’t budging.

She looks at him a little more thoroughly. It’s mostly to see if he’d believe or she’d want to use another name here. Then she remembers they’re going to call it in a moment anyway. “I’m Jade.” There’s probably nothing lost in him knowing who she was. She’ll be gone in a few weeks anyway. “What new head do you think you’ll be getting?”