[Miriam stands up as tall as she can. This whole thing feels off, like she's missing something. The last Frankenstein she met was a skinny girl hiding out in the steam pipes by the dock, sewing rats together and making tiny, twitching monsters. This one reminds her of the steam pipes a little. Same thin face.
Different eyes, though. No telling if that's good or bad.] Wait. That's actually your name? The one your folks gave you?
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Different eyes, though. No telling if that's good or bad.] Wait. That's actually your name? The one your folks gave you?