She jumps when he speaks, turns to face him abruptly. A full range of emotions passes over her face - shock, fear, hesitance - before settling on a mildly affronted look. A stubbornness that she doesn't know she possesses rises up in her throat, comes out in a sharp word: "Felicia."

Her name. One of her names. The first name that comes to mind, anyway. "Not Miss."