"Not allowed to call me what I'd like to be called?" she said, "that's a bit fussy of them isn't it? Well, you will simply have to come see me when you're off duty then. I'd love to hear you say my name."<br/><br/>Liz suppressed a very loud laugh, realizing she might have pushed it a bit too far. Still, she'd never yet had any complaints. She was just hoping that she could read the signs right, or she about to get a very confused, or shocked, look from the attractive crew member.<br/><br/>She was more than slightly amused as the woman introduced herself. Magenta? She considered it slightly strange to be named after a colour, especially one so...well. It did seem to fit her, as she suddenly turned a very embarrassing shade of red. Liz only responded by smiling and taking another sip of her drink, grinning widely while she did.<br/><br/>"Maggie it is," she said.<br/><br/>Liz could only reflect on how amazing it would have been to find out that Magenta was actually her stripper name, rather than her actual first name. Having hippies for parents, which she could see as the only logical culprit, was much less interesting than her secretly being an amazing pole dancer.