The head swivels again, and her posture shifts, her boots making metal clank noises as she does. She takes a moment to reply to that, because this isn't Rapture, she knows Rapture, inside out, and this isn't it. Nevertheless, she hesitates a moment more, about telling the truth. Will he recognize her? Will it be a bad idea to tell him? The voices and the whispers of the ADAM inside her swirled in the back of her mind, but she discarded them after a moment.

"Eleanor," she said finally, head swiveling back to stare at him through a still-yellow porthole. "Eleanor Lamb."