A faint smile twitched at her mouth in response, both to his compliment and his smile. She dropped neatly and quickly crosslegged to the floor, looking up at him, and twitched her braid around into her lap. “Understanding is what I do,” she murmured, eyes flicking away. “Forget her. Tell me about you. Vex? Truly? Or is that a nickname the way I’m sometimes called Naienko?”Vex watched as the woman dropped to the ground not far from him. He shrugged his shoulders as he replied, “Alright.” He paused briefly at her question, contemplating how to explain. “My birth name is Vincent, but I’ve since changed it for the simple fact that nobody called me by it,” he explained. “It doesn’t matter to me which you use, whichever you prefer really,” he added, shrugging his shoulders. He’d only preferred Vex because it hit his moods, but he didn’t really mind being called Vincent either.
Summer cocked her head to the side, considering him. Her green eyes narrowed slightly, once again assessing the goth look he sported. “No, I think Vex suits you better.” She grinned. “A descriptor, is it? You look like someone who would be very … vexing. On purpose.” She leaned forward a little bit, interested and curious.