"Then let's get going." She heads out at a sedate pace; a tiny nudge at those they pass ensures no one marks their going, and that the memory of the strange girl will rapidly fade from those present. 

As they step out onto the streets of London - and crowds parting around them unthinkingly - she asks, "Do you dislike your name?"

"Why does it matter."

She's quiet for a long moment, then: "Because your preferences matter. And... This is as good a chance as any to change it."

Mrr.

"I don't like talking about it."

"You don't need to give me a reason. And - if you don't want to pick a name, I can pick one."

"And we can always change it later."

This could be a good test, right?

"You pick one."

"How about..."

"Hecate."

"Hecate..."

She nods.

"That's good."

"I'm glad you like it."

Mm. Little bit suspicious of that. She's having a harder time than usual knowing what Fay is thinking.

"Where are we going?" she asks after a while.

"I have a small flat we'll be living in for now."

"Your own house?"

"A few rooms I'm renting."

"Can't you- magic more than that?"

"It's a bit difficult to do stably."

"Oh." She ponders the notion of magic being difficult.

"What makes it hard?"

"I have protective wards up - and space expansion challenges their stability, is the main one. It also makes it harder for me to hide the residence being magical."

"What do you have to hide from?"

"A good number of people - my day job makes me a lot of enemies, many of them fairly ruthless."

"Oh."

" - I'll keep you safe."

"I think it'd be better than staying at Wool's, anyway."

"...It should."

Hard to be worse really, she thinks.