In the far away days of being a field agent in the CIA, Sloane had, in fact, had a code name. Which he has no intention to use right now, both because the past is the past, and because it had been singularly uninventive. Now, when Sloane had been the one to hand out code names, they usually fit, such as Raptor for Jack, Phoenix for Sydney and - but he's not going to think about Nadia now.

Evergreen. Evergreen.

"Ah, now that is a challenge," he said briskly. "I'm afraid I'll have to come up with something ordinary and easy to remember. Like an ordinary day of the week. I'd pick Wednesday. For that is certainly my day. Considering it was the day I arrived here."

There are other reasons, of course. They are in a library, after all, Sloane is an avid reader, and definitely not above making literary jokes.

"I'm curious. What would your choice have been, if you had had one back in the day?"