"Cool." said Wazy, though his tone spoke more of resigned annoyance. "There's a bed of sorts back there, technically it's mine, but I don't use it that often, never got used to them really."
Rush nodded, he'd slept in worse.
"Say, no offense, but what do you two call yourselves, I'm sure I've seen your face somewhere scaly."
"Wazy, Wazarid Zangoise, stick with the nickname."
"And your friend?"

There was a strangled chocking noise, like someone drowning a rat in treacle. Eventually Rush realized it was the closest the lizard could manage to a laugh.
"Oh, nobody knows that, well, nearly nobody, they don't ask, he don't tell."
"Yeah, you can call me The Rabbit, or just hey you, or hell, anything else I can hear without knocking you out cold."

Rush nodded, you got people like that, he himself had been known as Fezzy the Stoat for a while on Technoir, but usually they got themselves a nickname.
"Right then. Geez, this place always so busy?" he said, surveying the occupants.

The lizard didn't reply, he'd passed out cold.