“I was Optics,” Kenzie said. “I can’t use my old name, I don’t think. PRT owned it.”

“Exactly,” I said.

“I think I can use Capricorn,” Tristan said. “When we reached out to the first Capricorn for permission, they signed over the rights to Byron and me, not to Reach.”

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“Ninety-nine percent sure.”

“That simplifies things,” I said.

“Observer, Pupil, Scrutinizer,” Kenzie said.

“Those are terrible,” Chris said.

“Um. Watcher. Eyewitness, Gape?”

“Oh yeah,” Chris said. “Gape. That doesn’t have connotations at all.”

“Beholder?” Kenzie asked, her eye on her computer screen. “Spectator. Specs. Voyeur?”

“Voyeur. Perfect,” Chris said, filling his voice with sarcasm. “Little Kenzie watching through the window while you change. We could make that a thing.”

“What kind of thing?” Rain asked.

“You could be Groper,” Chris said. “Sveta could be Hentai or Tentacle Love or something.”

“Ew,” Sveta said. “And lame to go there.”

Chris smiled, seemingly not bothered that he’d bothered Sveta. “I could be…”

“Short and curly?” Rain asked.

There were a few chuckles.

“And Victoria, she needs a name and she’s sort of a member of the team,” Chris said.

“I’m shocked, just shocked, at how Chris finally starts participating more when the rude stuff comes up,” Sveta said.

“I’m not,” Kenzie said. “That seems like it’s one hundred percent Chris.”

I smiled. Chris had given me an in, and if I was going to get along with these guys, I needed to put something out there. “If you want to give me a vaguely rude name, tie it to my attention-grabbing aura, me being hard to crack when my defenses are up?”

“You have an idea?” Chris asked.

“Pearl,” I said.

“That’s… really subtle,” he said. “Kind of wimpy.”

I shrugged.

“I don’t get it,” Kenzie said.

“I like it because Kenzie doesn’t get it, so I don’t feel weird saying it around her,” I said.

“That’s a good line of thinking,” Sveta said. “I approve.”

She’d stuck out her fist, and I stuck out mine to meet it. “Thank you.”

“I actually agree with Chris,” Kenzie said. She’d turned around and was looking something up online. “Pearl is pretty lame as innuendo goes.”

“But it works,” I said. “It fits. That has to count for something.”

There was a throat-clearing noise, interrupting the back-and-forth. All heads turned toward Tristan.

“I think I have all of you beat,” Tristan said.

“Of course you do,” Rain said.

“Even if you didn’t have us beat, you’d say you had us beat,” Chris said. “And then you’d ruin the joke by insisting you win even when yours is lame.”

“I’m one hundred percent positive I win,” Tristan said. “I have the best rude name. Guarantee you.”

“One hundred percent is pretty confident,” Sveta said.

“I’m one hundred and ten percent confident, even,” Tristan said.

“Out with it, then,” Chris said.