[ Inside him are two wolves. One thinks that Mona is a huge pain in the ass, and also isn't it supposed to be really uncute when girls get all mean and cocky like this??? But the other is admittedly still curious about this weird magic of her, and also can't seem to muster the words 'fuck off.' Even if he's been here for months now, and run into a fair range of fiction-flavored bullshit, he still can't get fully used to the fact that people here can just ... use real, genuine, fantasy-ass magic.

So even as he scowls, trying to look as unimpressed as possible at Mona's boasting, he does squint and lean in a little to look at the string of symbols she's pointing out to him. Gibberish, in his eyes. ]

... yeah, sure. Okay. Whatever you say? S'not like my name's be hard to find out from somewhere else. So it's not that impressive if you make this big of a show and all you can figure out is my name.

[ Even if he's trying real hard to show that he doesn't believe her, he can't help sounding just a little bit impressed. Just the fact that she can make something like this disk is wild to him, after all. ]

And I don't care how you got my name -- don't you know your manners? You're supposed to introduce yourself first before you just go asking for names or calling'em.