Silvertip Mountain all that glitters is gold

Queenie frowned slightly and wondered whether stepping into the cave with this Aditya had been the best decision. I've got a few, she said with a certain malaise behind her words, Queenie. Part of her wanted to tell him her name was Stephanie; to hear someone call her by her real name again would have been something uniquely comforting, even if it was a stranger, but it didn't quite feel right. Maybe she'd forgotten how her mother had said it. Any other way sounded too foreign. 

She moved slightly so that his focus could be given back to her face rather than her backside (there was a stiff lash of her tail to show that she was a bit uncomfortable with his glance), but figured that she had no real reason to be afraid. She could defend herself if Aditya tried anything, so the vague feeling of threat was momentarily put to the side. Is everyone okay? Queenie didn't really care much about his family in specific, but it had made her think of her own; they'd been known for terrorizing the locals, and even though the rest of the band seemed to enjoy themselves, she'd always been afraid of hurting someone in the process.