"Nice to meet you, Kate," she says. And it's definitely true in the opposing direction; Amy doesn't even have authority to own a blaster here - which she wishes she did, because they're freaking neat.

She considers that question for a second. "Lie a lot," she admits. "I'll probably say it was a convention or something like that. I might tell one guy the truth. But just him, and only if he promises not to make fun of me." Out of curiosity, she asks, "what about you?"