[his self-confidence is beautiful, infectious. it makes Olivine's smile all the more sweet, even as they ascend the stairs. the quiet is only broken by their steps and the occasional word, for now at least.]

Mm, there's nothing to forgive. [his head shakes, a soft laugh escaping his lips.] I'm quite used to hearing both, I just don't intend to make people here refer to me so formally. Well... not that I did back home, either, but there my station did matter a bit more than here. To that end, is it alright if I simply call you Midnight, or is there a name you prefer?

[a first name is less personal when you don't have surnames, probably. and also when you're Olivine, but that's neither here nor there.]

I don't have much in the way of preference, though I do tend to end up in largely open areas. I tend to like being available for whoever arrives.

[which may be less important here, considering he's here with Midnight, but that's nonetheless true.]