"So, Eames... I noticed your teddy bear... does it have a name?"
Alex glared across the massive stacks of paperwork that Ross had dumped across their desks. Bobby probably wasn't going to make fun of her for her choice in bed adornment, but, and she could hear her seven year old self (who had dragged that bear around devotedly) chime in: boys are stupid.
"Steven."
Bobby looks slightly surprised by the average name, but doesn't question it. He probably expected Steven to be a girl, but she'd known the moment she'd gotten Steven (who was originally the stained white portion. He retained the name Steven because his chest was where his heart was, or at least that was the seven year old's logic at the time).
"What happened to him?"
"He was born that way, I guess."
Bobby's dissatified with her answer, but no way in hell is she telling him that when she was seven she dreamed about becoming a surgeon and Steven was her first 'patient'.