[Thomas pauses a moment to steel himself against the thought of going back outside, then follows N towards the door. He blinks, surprised to recognize one of the names.]

Yes, actually; well, not Paprika. [That was an odd name, too. Wasn't it some kind of spice? Thomas guesses that it must be some kind of trader surname, a family that dealt with paprika at some point in history.] But I spoke to Dragonite on the, um. Xtransceiver. [He lifts his hand a bit, indicating the device on his arm. His tone becomes conspiratorial, like he's gossiping: a common pasttime of his back in London.] She's rather intense, isn't she? I was confused about her name; It's Night? Dragon... Dragga Night? [A small laugh.] I certainly don't want to offend her. [Names are hard.]