They look at her curiously, eyebrows raised. "Oh--is it? I never knew," they say with a laugh. "I'm afraid I don't live up to my name. Terrible with my hands." They pause for a beat, looking just a tad nervous. "If you don't mind me asking... where's a name like Toft come from?" ((Please do excuse my inconsistencies, I'm in the middle of figuring out how to do this.))
Toft smiles and nods, scrunching her nose at zis question. "Oh, I don't mind, but I'm not going to tell you. It's a secret. Names have power, Wayne."
((Did you mean my life, or...?))