Lion Head Mesa sometimes (dead is better)

Her chest gave a flutter when Melody mentioned the erpa-ha, but that was all.

The non-answer didn't bother her. She was obliged to introduce herself and hadn't even realized she'd failed to! It wasn't something she was used to doing. Either people knew her (before her starvation) or people weren't around (during); but she was glad to have made a friend.

Nazli, she answered with a careful smile.
I was — I am, fellahin. While she used to feel a certain kind of pride with her position, now naming herself as such felt inadequate.