[ Lorca matches her pressure and lets his hand fall. He shakes his head at her question, not a fan of the name himself. No story, no matter how interesting, could change that, so he hasn't asked. The one good thing about it is that its fanciful tone hardly screams "under the table arms dealer." ]

Before my time, if there is. [ He gestures at her suit. He might take it for a matter of personal taste if not for the shoulder guard. ] That looks like good gear. They must have grabbed you in the middle of something important.