“Dinah Bryant?” an appalled Vila cried, staring at the monitor.

Avon casually glanced at the name registering on display screen. “I must have picked up the wrong identity card by mistake,” he plainly said. “I’m sorry, but I was in a hurry.”

“Some mistake, I’ll say!” Vila protested. “We’ve got to go back.”

“There’s no time for that. She has clearance. This will have to do.”

“I can’t be Dinah!”

“And why not? It is a perfectly gender neutral name.”

Vila stared at him. “On what planet’s that, then?!”

“No matter how loudly you protest, it is not going to change the facts. We haven't got time to waste.”

Glowering, Vila nodded at Avon’s card. “Go on. What’d you get, then? Bet it’s not Betty. More like Waine Redfern, your luck. Some nice, strong name. Alix Thames. You look like a Thames. More than an Avon, anyway.”

Ignoring Vila, Avon swiped the identity card he had acquired for himself. The screen blanked for a moment then flashed the name of the previous owner of the card: Harn Bryant.

“Oh, we’re married now!” Vila cried, reading the supplemental information listed on the display. “That’s just brilliant. Here.” He handed Avon his card and swiped the one from the display screen. “You’ll have to be Dinah now. I’ll never pass in a dress.”