“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” she says, sitting down beside Harrow.

She can tell Harrow’s going to need a moment, and that’s fine. Ingress has moments to give. She rummages in a pocket and fishes out a handkerchief, offering it to her if she wants it.

“Well, if I’m ever bones like that, I hope someone comes along who’ll let me laugh one more time.”