"It’s okay, Julia," I held up a hand. "I’m not really your great-great-great-grand-uncle, I’m just his memories. And I don’t go by Bob anymore, so that’s out. Might as well just call me Riker, like everyone else does. Almost everyone." I gave Minister Cranston a hard glance. "Or William. Or even Will. I don’t expect you to really care about me, although I’m guessing Minister Cranston expects me to care about you and your relatives." I tilted my head sideways, a minimal shrug. "And he’s right. But that’s not the same as saying I’ll bend the rules."