"You didn't even write a note," Gideon says. Harrow writes notes for everything. At Canaan House, a post-it note was more likely than the reverend daughter in the flesh. "Or done any work to help me fight off space bees." She's being flip because it's easier to joke about push ups and press ups and all the exercises she usually does (when not distracted by ghastly murders). She's avoiding the real point, one she's already said lightly.

She appreciates Harrow can't see her eyes. The headache inducing brightness buys her that much protection. Privacy. "What do you mean, what you and Sextus intended?" Gideon asks. "Why didn't you tell me whatever that is back then? Does Camilla know? I bet Camilla knows. Palamedes actually told her things." They were always on the same page, so much so he didn't even have a message for Gideon to give her.