(A name doesn't define you, not always. Not as if the Undercity isn't rife with aliases, right? What you attach to the name, if you make good on your word - that's what really matters.)

Huh. It takes her a moment, unsure at first if he's trying to catch her with wordplay, but it's not a riddle - it's ...yeah. That's a thing you can steal if you think about it the right way. "So you're a fast talker with fast hands. I can see it, I gue---."

A storm flickering - shadows of memories and a hard-swallow as her breath catches. "Shimmer. You stole it from Silco?" Not letting an answer in, as her thoughts race to fill in the blanks with the worst possible scenario - and one that's familiar enough that it isn't too far of a reach. "How'd you do that and still stay alive? You work for him? Is that why you're in here?"