Jedao glances around but moves like someone at ease in almost any circumstances, as comfortable at the little ship's table as he would be in his own home.

"The society I came from did - I was born Garach Jedao Shkan before I earned my faction name, and then I switched to Earth order when I took my mother's name back after arriving here. Jedao is fine. Or General Jedao, if you're rabid for standing on ceremony."

The way the heptarchate handles formality and intimacy around personal, family, and faction names is...unusual.