"That's an unusual name," says Gillian. "You're not a Caithnesser, Franciszek. From your accent I'd guess you were Megalan."
Tring speaks. "Well Fra-, Fran-," he pauses. "Frank-"
"Franciszek." Gillian corrects quietly.
"Well." Tring looks at his boss but says nothing. "Well, Friend," he turns back to Franciszek. "You'd better get in the back if you're coming. Gillian the Bronze is anxious to get moving again."