"Yeah, you look like Al-Epsilon," Omega catches himself mid-word. Spilling family history is different now that they know where Alpha is. No point in looking for people who've heard of him when Omega can just wander on down to the bar whenever. "In absolutely no way except you're holding clothes that Epsilon might wear. Then again, Delta does most of the laundry, so maybe I'm thinking of Sig. Either way, glad you like it."