"But how do I know whether any of this is true or, or, just, I don't know, some kind of Woozle effect—maybe you're just following yourself, or at least, your own tracks in the Sands of Time—maybe you're just a crazy conman having some fun at my expense, and Lolly's other friends, pretending to be trying to find her, Jesus, maybe you're the guy who was seen coming out of her trailer with her, maybe there's nothing benefic about you at all, I mean, do I make any sense?" she flopped back on the sofa and studied him, and he noticed that her eyes were caramel, then said, making a deliberate use of metonymy, "how does it feel to be known as the Curry Queen, rather than Ruby Murray, or even your birth name, what was it? Rubella Murriani? forget Mr Chatterji, he doesn't count, what I'm getting at is, names, tags, titles, are only what we use to distinguish one person from another, but they don't tell us who a person really is; so you want to know why I'm looking for Lolly, and I'll tell you, Ruby, I really am looking for her, but before I can tell you why, or how I blame myself, tell me does the name Chevalier d'Eon mean anything to you?" and he noticed the very slightest tightening of the skin around her eyes, it could have been his imagination, but he knew it was a tell, and that knowledge gave him an advantage.