Kindred didn't get headaches, as a rule. But Sam felt a phantom one coming on. "I don't...talk to a lot of people," she muttered, squeezing her brow bone between her thumb and finger. "I make up names for the ones I don't know." She decided 'Sexy British Lady' was the mysterious Peggy and decided to let the matter drop. She supposed she could have asked some of them a long time ago.

Sam was just a stubborn shit.

"Our Overlords play favorites," she said, twisting her interpretation of the facts in the first way that came to mind. "There are a lot of test subjects from you world. The world of Fucky and Hotdog."

She didn't know his actual name either. When she'd asked about why 'Hotdog,' he'd just said that was his name.

Fucking liar.