"Devero," she repeats, dutifully. She should have seen it coming, really. A lot of people like being called so familiarly on the train, right? But he's been so authoritative that she didn't want to risk it... and at least he's not telling her to call him Master Devero or Lord or anything so haughty. Her shoulders round further as the last of her tension leaks away, and her mouth twists with a smile as she adds, "If anyone tells me off for being impolite, I'll just tell them you said it's fine-- ah! What should I call the priest?"

Another guy she doesn't want to alienate. Since Devero's right here, she can get two birds with one social stone.