She started off down the street. Lloyd hesitated a moment then rushed after her. "Wait, I'll hide you."
"Why should you take such a risk, for me?" she said.
"It's not for you," Lloyd said, telling as the full truth something that was only part of the whole. "It's for me. Purely selfish. I risk more if you're caught tonight. When they question you, under truth drugs, about your escape from the Temple—and I'm sure that has them curious—you will be unable to avoid implicating me."
"Is—Is that your only reason? Your own skin?" she said.
"Yes," he said, forcing conviction into the word.
She shrugged and took his arm. "A fugitive can't afford to be choosy. I have no prospect of escape but you. I'll let you hide me ... if it'll make you feel safer."
Lloyd nodded, and started toward the lift that would take the two of them up to the Hundred-Level. It was only as they got aboard, and he'd keyed the lift-switch with his Voteplate, that he thought to ask, "By the way—What's your name?"
"Andra," she said. "Andra Corby."
"A nice name. I like it," said Lloyd. "I wasn't sure if you'd tell me your name."