Harrowhawk exhales; wipes tears from here eyes, smearing her makeup irretrievably. Wasn't that how she entered, she thinks? In tears and ruins. She shoves herself shakily to her feet.

"Come. I have to lock this. And change clothing. And then I will return."

"You may follow in your own time. It will all be the same to me. You are the one with the wait ahead of you." Wait. Weight. Whatever.