"Twitch?" he repeated, voice skirting on something between disbelief and understanding. It was hard not to see why. One wrong move looked like it would send Twitch shaking right out of his skin. Moving on from that thought, Liam continued, "Pleasure, Twitch. Mind if I ask what you mean... you don't have a name that you can remember?"

While usually he'd consider that a rude question (and end up asking it anyway), it was suddenly relevant to much more than Liam's idle curiosity. Was it something like what the Workers had done to him only a few weeks back?