[ she rolls her eyes so hard it's a miracle they don't actually snap out of her skull and fall onto the ground like dice. ]

Because, smartie pants, the second you try to interact with anything around here, the system's going to recognize you don't have a name. And I do mean anything.

[ she gestures towards a stall just past the edge of the alley, where customers interacted with holographic menu boards. there's no physical money exchanged, no personal interaction, just digital flickers of technology and reflective light to document the transfers. even the delivery is digital, a continuously running conveyor belt dropping off neatly wrapped boxes just a moment later. ]

Do you even know what year it is? Or what city you're in, for that matter?