"Y'say that," she counters, "but don't tell me you didn't just go through a list of every girl you've met here and try to pick out which ones were me. Guys, too, if you're sharp."

Wry smile.

"For the record, I've only ever met you as Isabel before. And when I'm not pretending to be half the women on the damn planet, I go by Inanna."

The name is a gift. Nobody else knows it save for Iris and rather a lot of people Inanna would rather forget. But new world, new rules. She's fond of Angelo.