A name? She shoots him a surprised look, because she's never been asked to name anything before in her life. In fact, she probably hasn't named anything at all in years, not after... well, either way, she gives the lothkitten a good amount of consideration, the expression on her face probably more serious than it should be for such a task.

"You shall be Voroka," she pronounces finally, using a Dathomiri word that brings out even more of her accent. That's all she says on the subject, though—he's going to have to ask about a translation if he wants it. No free lunches over here.

She turns to look at him, her eyebrows raising. "Yes, I saw." Her tone is impossibly dry. Did you think she wasn't watching your every move while you were on Dathomir, Cal? Because she was.