"Of course there was a— I had actually had several—"

It's true that Harrow had several plans. The good plan was for there to be no interruption to the plan she'd had with Sextus. To finishing the work. And she'd tried to finish that work; she'd tried so hard that her eyes were filling with frustrated tears because she'd let herself think about it again and that wasn't to be happening. It did nothing but ruin what she had built. The careful walls she had set herself inside. Damn Nav breaking them down again.

Whether or not it was really her.

"What was that, lifting weights?"