"Marja."

She falls into an old pattern that she picked up as a child, long before anything stranger than those exotic rocks that a distant uncle brought back with him from Brazil entered her life.

Watching the climbing woman with short interruptions to look around. Standing guard while her twin sister did something that she was technically not supposed to do. Life was boring without such things, but they also didn't like being caught for obvious reasons.

"Your name is pretty short."