They'd travelled another forty-five minutes through stark but gorgeous, untouched terrain before she gave the conversation another try.

"Is your real name, Cinco?" Innocuous, pleasant question.

"Yes."

His answer was quick, simple, and infuriating. "Really?"

Please give me something to work with.

He quirked his eyebrow, whether in annoyance or confusion, Mari wasn't sure.

"Yes, my real name is Cinco," he replied.

That ...