So far, that's the sort of touch that she likes best — something light, to be ignored or encouraged as she sees fit at the time. And, though she does enjoy it, for the moment it goes ignored. She has information on the mind, even better information free for the taking, and she won't be distracted from it just yet.

She considers a few other names, lingers for some time on Noiz, and then slowly settles on a better idea. She glances back over her shoulder with a curving smile and asks, "What do you know about Onyx?"

It really does feel like asking after someone else, as the phrasing suggests. She's certain he hasn't learned her real name or identity, and she's intensely curious to see what he has learned about her.