That's not my fuckin' name! [ While Julie would ordinarily love being compared to someone as famous and talented as Carrie Underwood, right now, it just irritates her, and she sharply aims between his eyes again. ] My name is Julie Lawry, but you keep it out of your mouth.

[ It occurs to her that she's reached the end of the plan, and she doesn't know what to do, really. Dipshit here has already broadcast everything to everyone, and he has no way of telling her who tuned out and when. Who read deeply enough to pick up on what he was, unwittingly, giving evidence of. She's essentially just holding him at gunpoint because she's pissed off.

The noise that now lives in her head from that fateful time grows louder. She can feel the weight of the Singularity pressing into her -- her rage has apparently sent out a homing beacon for it while she's in this space. Close enough, even though she's not touching it. ]

Who did you tell about these memories 'fore you started yappin' at the whole Summoned population? Which, by the way, is a super dick move, asshole.