"Yeah, he seems like a high-strung little guy." He flicks a glance over to where the mouse, having followed Susan over to the others, is perched on an armchair. "Don't worry about it."

Eddie looks back at him. "Got it in one. Eddie Dean, of New York." It takes a conscious effort to repress the Calla-speak, given the feel of things, but he stamps on it hard. "You'd be Susan's friend, right?"