"I am," Rutile confirms with a smile, warming up considerably at the idea that finally, there is someone in Aifaran they don't have to explain this to. (Really, who decided it was them who had to do all the explaining? A human ought to explain themselves at some point, just to make it fair.) "I am Rutile, born and named. Or make and model, I think some humans might say."

As the Igheeri trickle away, Rutile accompanies Pepper in the opposite direction, giving them a wide berth. "But you certainly aren't Igheeri. Why do they concern themselves so with your fashion?"