He accords her a little nod. "I'm Devero," he says, and his fingers flick through an instinctive movement that has no effect on someone without an Interface. That gives him a moment of pause, because now he has to add aloud, "Er, he/him for pronouns," which seems terribly awkward.

'Mad.' That makes him frown a little, because that sounds like one of those nasty euphemisms people Before used to persecute neurodivergent folks. "Do you feel that you're... 'mad', Alice?"