"Nephrite?" It sounded strange on her tongue, too, not a name like the ones she was used to. Foreign, somehow. She wasn't sure from where. (And why did he say he was called Nephrite?) "I'm Ami Mizuno."

This was not simple courtesy and politeness, although those were deeply ingrained. She had read somewhere, once, that if you were a victim of a crime, it was important to make the other person see you as a person, so they would be less likely to hurt you.