"Ah, an interloper," Glitch remarked, nodded with exaggerated comprehension and tapped the side of his nose. He knows from sneaking, Crichton, you're secret's safe. Ish.

"Nice to meet you, Crichton," he said and took a sip of his drink. "And, well, the 'sorta' comes because it's not my real name, not really, it's just what I'm called. So it...it's a name, not 'the' name. Sorta."