"Rook." He's not entirely sure why that's what he's settled on, but he's starting there. He's not an ensign anymore, not that it was ever a rank to conjure respect and open doors. No honorific seems to belong to him anymore. So surname it shall be. NiJedha's gona and he was the last Rook well before that was the case. If there's anything worth carrying with him it's his family name. "You?" He busies himself about the ropes somewhat clumsily, mostly used to magnetic locks and hovercarts but possessed of enough mechanical cleverness to deal with the low-tech version.