She half-shrugs, half-shakes her head at the offer to have Mr. Chekov leave. It really doesn't matter to her whether he stays or goes, as long as he doesn't try to take her familiar.

"El," she answers awkwardly. "And this is Precious."

It's...really weird, having to introduce herself to people. Since entering the Scholomance, everyone's already known her name -- and wanted nothing to do with her. The fact that neither Mr. Chekov nor Dr. Chapel seem to register the negative energy that's driven most people away her entire life is also surprisingly uncomfortable, like walking into a different branch of a chain grocery store.

She needs time to think. Not just to process everything that's happened, but to figure out her next course of action so she can act and not just react. But she can't just ask to be left alone or for access to a library or a computer or something, not while the doctor is clearly trying to determine whether she represents a threat to their starbase.

Since El's never been an actor, she settles for just answering Dr. Chapel's questions with as little information as possible and hoping the woman leaves soon.