It is, all things considered, a very nice drawing room. Portraits adorn the walls and the heavy drapes are open to let starlight from the moonless night through. There's a table far too small for the large room with a pot of tea, a set of tea cups and an arrangement of cookies and fruit. Two oaken doors are firmly closed to one side, and to the other a single door is slightly ajar, the sound of sobbing coming from past it. Every once in a while it's possible to hear a page being turned in the other room as well. The drawing room on its own is silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock and then, with no prelude, an exclamation.
"I think they rather enjoy being the ones to do the naming... I could probably convince them to change it if I offered to be interviewed or something of that nature, I suppose?"
"I could do so via writing, but it doesn't seem very important either way. It also seems possible it's an appealing name to commoners, even if it doesn't match my sensibilities."
"Does it matter - to anything besides newspaper sales - if your codename appeals to commoners?"
"People might be more likely to trust Ton O' Iron with information about empowered criminals."
"The likely situation in which this happens is one where I show up to a crime in progress, the perpetrators escape, and the victims have useful information to tell me."
"I mean, it could be, but not very predictably? But since you don't have a great way to change your name it doesn't matter."