The weasel let her guess for a little while longer, before giving her an answer. “Uh.. I’m pretty sure It just stands for his first name, Neo. Then again, I never asked him.”
“Speaking of names, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” She tried to change the subject. “I’m Winnie Weasel, and yourself?”
“…NEET? Neon? Nourishment? Nyarlathotep? Northwest–ohhh! That makes more sense!”
She sighed in relief. She was beginning to run out of guesses, and out of breath.
“Yeah, heh,” she chuckled, “we haven’t. Hi, Winnie! I’m Marie, assistant to the Fourth Wall Repairman!”
She didn’t see a reason to hide that; after all, Winnie seemed really sweet, and Marie doubted she’d do much with this information.
Clang! Clang!
Rhythmic banging sounds came from somewhere below. Something was climbing on the metal below, and it seemed to be getting faster.
Marie looked at Winnie uneasily.
“…Does…that happen often…?” she asked.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 