Ah... yes. Though that might only tell them that we're here. [She knows, of course, what hers would be - and it would be easily recognizable to most of the others as something she would call out.
But it's as much a part of her as her own name; the thought of parting with it is like a knife in her heart.
Andrew puts a hand to her chest subconsciously. That existential tug that apparently haunts the dead doesn't register for her very much. She always feels it. If pressed, though, she it might be the next thing she thinks of to add.]
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But it's as much a part of her as her own name; the thought of parting with it is like a knife in her heart.
Andrew puts a hand to her chest subconsciously. That existential tug that apparently haunts the dead doesn't register for her very much. She always feels it. If pressed, though, she it might be the next thing she thinks of to add.]
A picture? A map... Being opaque might not work.