Wrapped in a robe she pulled from somewhere back here, she doesn't meet Zivia's eyes when she arrives. Rather, she looks into the broken mirror - or past it, the box in her hands.

(If Zivia looks close, it will be familiar from that stay in the casino. Fever had explained it was medicine for her particular headaches, always kept near in case of emergency.)

Finally, in a soft voice:

"I can feel you standing there, you know."