"Nice try, except it's not the name on the birth certificate," she explains, shaking her head at Santana despite the giddy grin that's made its way onto her own lips. "I don't know." Shrugging, the smile leaves her face in a sobering moment, as she starts to get way too reflective for the way the weed and the booze makes her feel. "After everything went to hell, things like names didn't really seem to matter anymore. So I ditched the old one, and - well, there you go."