Camilla the Sixth blinks slowly. The eyes are grey now—they’re Pal’s grey eyes, in fact—and her posture has shifted somewhat from attentive scholar to fighter tensed to spring. She may has the same face, the same voice, the same body, but she’s a different person now.

“Lieutenant Tayray,” she says, her voice taking on a careful flatness that it hadn’t had before. The Warden had told her a bit about Ari, written in the notebook they shared. She’s very Second in some ways, but I think you’ll like her. Good at analyzing a situation and coming to careful conclusions. Likes protocol. Respects contracts.

“I didn’t. When the Warden is present, I’m not aware. But I know about his plans.” Her gaze flicks from side to side. “Last I checked, those plans did not involve the storage berth.”