She has heard the name, all right. It wins him two high eyebrows and slightly parted lips, before he goes on and her brow furrows with the rest of his words.

It's the dirtier side of them dime novels she loves so much. She knows well enough it's there--she isn't naive to that--but it isn't something you let yourself dwell on.

Especially not when the subject happens to be a man you're falling in love with.

She looks away, stroking Nova's mane slowly, thinking the words over.

"An' how many things have you done," she asks at last, voice even. "That you ain't proud of?"