She pulled a silver data-chip from her sleeve and slid it across the scarred metal table. "Names are just skins. I’ve shed three since the uprising. Right now, I’m the only person who can stop the Sector 4 purge."
"Fine," he muttered, standing up and checking the charge on his pulse-pistol. "But if we survive the night, you’re buying the next round. And no 'Vex' nonsense. It’s just us." [S1E1] Old Friends, New Names
The rain in Neo-Veridia didn’t wash things away; it just made the neon signs bleed into the puddles. sat at a corner booth in The Rusty Valve , staring at a glass of synth-whiskey he hadn’t touched. He was waiting for a ghost. She pulled a silver data-chip from her sleeve
"And you look dead, ," Elias countered, his voice rasping. "Or should I call you Vex now? That’s the name on the bounty boards." Right now, I’m the only person who can
"Because," she leaned in, her optics whirring softly as they focused, "you’re the only one left who remembers my real name. And I need someone I can’t hack to hold the line."
Sloane smiled, a flicker of her old self returning. "Deal. Let’s go, Detective."