There's a long moment of silence while Hana attempts to line up what should, on all accounts, be a fairly straight shot between point A and point B. Her eyes narrow a little as she stares Jedao down. "What the fuck," she says. "Why would your parents name you that??"

[Much like a Frisbee, the point sails over Hana's head. But don't worry, she'll get hold of it soon enough.]