"Sam," she replied. She supposed there was really no point in giving her standard fake name. It wasn't like anyone here was bound to know the Halpers from Lake Forest, Illinois. But by that same merit, she saw no reason to give a surname whatsoever. Very few people seemed to care or expect one.

In fact, no one had, so far.

So many new social norms to learn...

And, frankly, Sam tended to think of the social sciences as hokum. At least, she had. Before being unceremoniously tossed into a Skinner Box.

"I doubt we could figure out the 'how,' no matter how hard we tried," she sighed, looking irritated to admit it. "Anyone capable of creating and sustaining some kind of Einstein-Rosen bridge shaped like a fountain probably has a shitload--you'll pardon the phrase--of equipment beyond our puny comprehension." She sighed irritably. "Which means focusing on the 'why,' doesn't it? Fuck."