It's a torrent of questions, but she's keeping up. What gives her pause as she starts to answer is the last offer of help with Summer, and her gaze becomes a little more distant, a little sad, almost. "She and I are like fire and ice. It's... not often that we agree on anything, and most of the time, she doesn't want anything to do with me. It's a very long story I won't bore you with. Suffice to say- well, I don't mind if you're friends with her. She needs those. But bridging the gap between us takes a disaster, or an alien invasion. I'm happy you want to help, but I think we've learned to just agree to disagree." She'd like to be friends with Summer, but there's just no way it's going to happen. Not as things are now, not while Summer is a free spirit that answers to no law beyond her own.

A little happy to have another subject to talk on, she continues, "You can text it, though the number itself can be a bit picky. No, you can't keep messages on that number to just one or the other of us, and we'll see each other's messages, too. Of course, that means that if a problem needs both of us, use that number, and we'll be there." She pointedly doesn't answer the question about his name; she doesn't want to see what happens if he tries it right now. At the moment, this feels like the long, ultra-beginners' version of how to use the network, while not actually talking in those terms.