One of the staff members, on their way to deliver a cocktail in the direction of a visitor currently relaxing on the beach, instead rather suddenly - and yet gently, so gently - presses the drink into Fever's hands, holding them while looking her deep in the eyes.

Her features melt away, and in their place is someone far more familiar.

"I'm moving down in the world," 'Nyx' murmurs. "Imprisoned in a fucking hotel instead of my own church."