She's seen a double of herself before, so she has something of an idea of how weird it must be. But that's not the same as witnessing one of her memories distorted and with an audience, no less.

"So she's okay? Or will be okay?"

There was something to be said for the sake of it. And hey, if the person doing the biting was this guy who seemed to be the portrait of a melancholy, Byronic figure, that would be interesting.

That was Trench, though. Never giving in to expectations, even when those expectations would be a welcome distraction. But it's not Argonaut's month, not anymore. After a month in near total darkness, seeing the sun again had been very near to unwelcome.