Janice was overwhelmed. She had just been informed that she had discovered a new element. It was up in the air for a while because it had been, like all of the modern element discoveries, synthesized in the lab by bombarding something with something else, and it very easily could have turned out that she had ended up with nothing more than a radioactive mess. But it was ruled that the result of all her bombardment was, in fact, a straight-up new element.
She was overwhelmed because she knew this changed everything: She was going to be famous (by scientist standards, anyway), she’d certainly–at long last–be published, and maybe she’d even be rich (by scientist standards, anyway).
All these thoughts were racing through her head when she was asked what she was going to name her new element, and the truth was, she hadn’t thought about it. At all.
So she blurted out the first name that popped into her head at that moment, and as soon as the name escaped her lips, it was official: Number 119 on the Periodic Table of Elements was Steve (Sv).