She's intrigued, in a distant way, by the way their names work. It's no more complex than a system where she can be Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Harrowhark the Ninth, Lady Nonagesimus or the Reverend Daughter, but she doesn't know the rules and there's a fragment of her brain that worries at it.

It's a distraction from her feelings, which are chaotic and violent. "I thought so. I was told it was possible and--I thought so."

"I don't chose to sense that. You don't choose to see--" that I am a crime "--what you can see." Her voice is almost even.