Ziio tried to think of the number of men she would have known by a 'different' name that resembled her. And she couldn't. It wasn't possible. He must have had her mistaken, or it was merely coincidence. Although if she knew of anything, coincidence didn't seem to be applicable. A greater force at work? Quite possibly. But she'd known nothing like that and had heard very little concerning such.

Not confirming his words - or denying them, for that matter - Ziio seemed more content on not saying anything. Not until she had a point to, which was where her name came into play. A brief moment of thought and considering she doubted she would be lingering for too long, she found no harm in giving him something to call her by.

"Kaniehtí:io," was her very simple reply.