"So she won't wander off on me like yours do, is that it?" Joan teases now, her voice warm with both pleasure and affection. She strokes the case with her fingertips and tips her head. "You built her for me. Thank you." Someone else to lose, if this plague of memory isn't the island or isn't reversible. But for the moment, she simply smiles. "If she's first, maybe she should be Prima, or Aries, or Eve. Gaia seems a little pretentious for someone her size."