War put a hand up and rubbed her aching neck. Truth be told, she didn't usually give people nicknames, especially not ones as strange as 'Duckie'.

"You, I assume, call him E.T. because he is an extra-terrestrial, an alien?" She'd picked up on that bit of human culture, at least. "Well, when he arrived in the lobby, there was a bit of a ... situation. He was waving something around which he called a 'screwdriver', but it looked more like a weapon to me, so I told him to put it down so he couldn't use it. He refused, and said, "it is no more a weapon than I am a duck." She laughed wryly. "I thought that if he was an alien, maybe his true form was a duck-shape, and so it was a weapon, and the connection just stuck in my mind. He doesn't seem bothered, though - not that that would stop me."

She quirked her eyebrow. "Satisfied? Can we go get food now?"