"...but you did ask me for my name a short while ago," Lash replied, a grin growing on her lips. Hmmm. She stroked her chin and turned over so she could see the message Zetta had sent and...what the hell Zetta. Turning around, she began to type another message, leaning on one of the chairs. If Pram new about this, she most certainly wasn't stopping her from contacting Zetta. She quickly turned over again, sitting on the chair like she owned the place.

Sorry Pram, but Lash was just really, really smart.

"You are an Oracle, aren't you not?"