A poor name, he thought. But it was a name, for which he had prepared one for himself. After his experience with Hondo's pirates, he was not about to go drawing unnecessary attention to himself until he had reason to do so. Let them think he was no more than some old man, until it suited him otherwise.

"My name is Adan." He noticed at once how crude her armor was. It resembled the sort of ancient ceremonial armor still traditional on some planets, save for the fact it looked to have actually been used as opposed to something more modern and utilitarian. As to her sarcasm, he paid it no mind. "Might I guess you are not a native of this world?"