"No, just that," the Balladeer answers simply. What would it be short for? "ROMAC gave me a fake name when I showed up, for their legal things, but I don't like to use it."

Oh, but she's only been here a short while. The ship is indeed drawing closer to some unidentified thing floating in the distance, but the Balladeer's only keeping half an eye on it. "Do you know about them? They used to be an organization who dealt with the Rift. They'd help get new people set up, keep things secret from the public, all that kind of stuff." He sounds vaguely dismissive of the entire concept. The politics of it had never much concerned him, but he's certainly not nostalgic for them now that he knows exactly what they got up to.