Shelke hesitated, studying the woman closely. She wasn't wrong, they needed to use whatever tools they could. But she knew how easily it was to bug a home, to see every secret. Granted, what she had seen of the technology here made it unlikely, it was primitive by any standard. Yet...

Oh, a greeting. After a moment, she returned the handshake with her own, a motion she hadn't done in as long as she could remember. "I am Shelke the-" And then she stopped, as her hand was drawn back.

She wasn't Shelke the Transparent anymore. She had been cast out from the Tsviets. Rosso and Azul were dead, Nero and Weiss would be soon.

"I am...Shelke Rui."