[ The question (or rather, the immediacy of it; the other girl's switch from affronted to curious with suspicious speed) catches her off guard. She already knows there's no Holy Grail War here — part of her wants to cut the crap and just use her real name, especially considering how few people are in any position to recognize it, and the one that matters already knows. But this is still a war, of a sort, and any advantage is worth preserving.
So with a suspicious scowl, and around a mouth full of food, she grunts: ]
no subject
So with a suspicious scowl, and around a mouth full of food, she grunts: ]
That depends on who the hell's askin'.