In elevators, it's uncanny how many times I get asked if I know what time it is. Thing is, I haven't worn a watch much since grade school - they stop on me - so, no, I generally do not have the time.
But, I sound like I keep time. click click click click
Which is why I've always identified with the crockodile in Peter Pan: He got a taste of that nasty old Captain, necessitating that the evil skipper becomes Captain Hook in replacing his mit.
So the crockodile follows him around waiting for more captain morsels, and ended up eating a clock thrown to him in defense - from then on, the captain always hears him coming...
That's me - I sound like a clock. I have a mechanical heart valve which makes a tiny click with every beat. Somehow, that tiny sound magnifies in small spaces. My heart squeezes and the leaflets are thrown open, relaxes and they click shut.
So I looked up the name of that dear fantasy croc, and it turns out he gets a name in subsequent stories - he's Mr. Grin. I thought about using the name that way and thought I'd avoid gender-bending. So it sounds cutesy, but it's apt.