[Private to Malcolm.]
I hope you have a good excuse for missing this meeting, but apparently people haven't seen you around lately. I hope you're not dead.
[Private to Sark]
I'd like to talk to you about your warden.
[Private to Neville]
Any word?
[Mentioning that Malcolm didn't show up with Karin's approval!]
Ana was up on deck, leaning against it and looking out at the strange stars. She often found herself on deck, especially when it was calm on the barge. It wasn't being outside, but somehow it felt close enough to it occasionally. Back to wearing leather again after nearly dying because of some cotton, Ana felt a bit more at home, and really, she wondered if her facade was working at all, or if it simply didn't matter. Oh, she liked being the quiet little mouse who flew below the radar, but sometimes it was boring just being Ana. She missed the Baroness.