John recognized the name vaguely--a literary reference, he thought, almost certainly not the name of the bloke on Pepper's other side. "Christ, she really got hammered," he muttered, remembering what a punch from War felt like and not envying Pepper in the slightest. "Good girl, never let 'em see you sweat," he said encouragingly. "It'll be done soon." Then he glanced belatedly Anathema's way, hoping he wasn't lying.