I'm still not entirely clear on how that etymology started, [Barclay says, leading the way despite his doubts! By now, she knows him well enough to know what he's doing. He's nervous, so he's kind of rambling. Throw him into the battlefield with pistols and sabers, and he'll figure it out. He'll save himself, and other people besides.

But this, this is her domain.]

'Bish?' That's the equivalent of 'bitch,' is it not? [he mumbles, moving in behind the crowd of gaudily dressed Primus. His own blue velvet suit is almost drab compared to some of what the others are wearing.] How would one 'start a bitch?' [His head tips back slightly. He stares up at the big, glassy electrical towers overhead. The tour guide begins to explain the tech used to siphon energy off emotional reactions. Somehow, it seems very different to the green verdance of Xistentia.]