Surnames are an illusion Xion. A dastardly illusion.

The more they talk though, the more her attitude absolutely baffles Noa. "I would hardly think you were in anyone's way before," Noa insists with a shrug. "The only reason I took notice was because I was paranoid..." Ah, well there, he said it.

He at least stands in a way that he can be walked around though. The halls can't be so narrow that it's impossible right? (A small blessing, that.)