Leave them out? He doesn't dwell on it, fidgeting on his feet as the introductions begin.

"Her Helms-" No. That wasn't right, not anymore. He frowns, staring awkwardly behind her at the window, before shaking his head.

"Dasraa. I guess. Ψioniic."

He hasn't gone by the name in so long. It feels strange, like pulling on an old favorite shirt, only to see it no longer fits. The feeling leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe he should have just introduced himself as Her Helmsman.