Names are strange things. Her own are unequivocally feminine - Catherine Ada - although the meaning she laughs at. Pure and Nobility. She prefers the link to saints, for all she isn't worthy of the linkage. She is far, far from saintly.

At his answer, she sighs, mocks a sulky pout with her full lips. "No beer, no whiskey, then."

She's more concerned under that, a fluttering but the bloody hell am I meant to go to sleep, but she's good at hiding that.

"But water's good. It is clear? Good water?"