"Let's get you to them, then." Reshad smiles as if everything is completely ordinary, lets go the uniform sleeves, and sets a brisk pace toward Seyli.

"I do like lace, but all the patterns they use! Can you imagine getting snagged on something?" She shakes her head, glancing over her shoulder - ostensibly, being friendly, keeping up her half of the wandering conversation.

The question about her name she ignores entirely, hoping the drug has scattered his wits enough for the omission to go unchecked.