Zenith recognizes his expression and chews the inside of her lip, curiosity gnawing at her. “If she goes by another name, we’ll need to know,” she says carefully. 

Carra strokes the blade lovingly. “We’ve been through a lot together, this knife and I. We’re the best of friends and we always find each other,” she jokes, then she shrugs. “You’d know better than anybody that you learn to notice every little movement when your on the street.”