V.
Some twelve or fourteen hours later, after the Aldebaranian girl had had her breakfast, Kinnison went to her cabin.
"Hi, Cutie, you look better. By the way, what's your name, so we'll know what to call you?"
"Illona."
"Illona what?"
"No what—just Illona, that's all."
"How do they tell you from other Illonas, then?"
"Oh, you mean my registry number. In the Aldebaranian language there are not the symbols—it would have to be 'The Illona who is the daughter of Porlakent the potter who lives in the house of—'"
"Hold everything—we'll call you Illona Potter." He eyed her keenly. "I thought your Aldebaranian wasn't so hot—didn't seem possible that I could have got that rusty. You haven't been on Aldebaran II for a long time, have you?"