He blushed harder, and she caught a hint of regret in his eyes when she pulled her shirt back down.<br/><br/>"Walsh," he told her.  "Walsh Van Eycker. My friends call me Van.  Or Wally."<br/><br/>After a moment, he sat beside her, clasped both hands around one knee.<br/><br/>"Yeah, she makes doors.  It's kind of complicated, but...she can take people deeper into the Madness.  She doesn't like to do it, though.  Doesn't really like admitting that she can do it, not after what happened to her cousins in the House of Portico.  They were proper Openers.  Ah, but that's all too weird.  Look, uhm..."<br/><br/>He looked up at her, smiled shyly.<br/><br/>"I kind of like you.  Alice kind of likes you.  I can tell.  Which is going to put you in an awkward place for a bit.  Sorry."