Whitefish River you seem confused by this but for a different reason than i am.

Yami rolled her eyes at his response. It was actually rather liberating, not being his packmate anymore. She didn't have to care about his opinion of her and could be just as bitchy as she wanted to be. She wondered if it would be worth going back to Rusalka just to chance an encounter with Raleska. She could tell the girl what she really thought of her and her stupid sharks (which Yami still wasn't fully convinced were real). 

The sound of her name drew her out of her fantasy of vindication and her eyes back on her companion. She frowned at him, but then a smirk leaped across her lips. "Like you don't remember," she quipped, letting herself get carried away with this newfound confidence. Yami remembered his name too. And his face. And more about him than she was willing to admit, but he was a boy and she had a man now.

She didn't stick around to hear the witty retort she was sure he had prepared. She merely gave him a haughty little smirk, grabbed the rest of her kill and trotted off to get back to Firefly.