[ He might have said that he wasn't going to wait for her, and it wasn't a lie, but Fuuta also doesn't forge along excessively quickly; Furina should be able to catch up to him just in time to see him make a face at her question. ]

Don't call me that. [ 'Number Three.' He'd only said it in an attempt to surreptitiously affirm they were both fellow prisoners, but now that that's ... not the case, whatever the reason, he doesn't really want to hear it any more. Reminds him too much of that fucking warden's insufferable face. ] That's not my name, and it doesn't really matter any more, so forget it.

[ A proper glance over his shoulder at her. ]

Fuuta. I'm Kajiyama Fuuta.

[ His visible eye narrows as he says it because -- it's like her outline goes kind of blurry for a moment. Like he's catching glimpses of blue streaked into the dirty blonde of her hair, for some reason? It's mostly the reason he hesitates for a moment before asking something that feels ridiculous to ask. ]

... what's yours. [ Of course he can't fucking help following it up with a snippy -- ] You're supposed to say your own name before you ask for anyone else's, you know.