Rowan gives her a look, pursed lips and while not quite disbelieving not quite believing either. There's so much that she doesn't know, about what's happened to him, about Goddard and Xenocrates. He wouldn't put it past the High Blade to hide his capture, just for a little while, because Goddard blackmailed him or because he waited for the right moment.

He knows from that look that he's not going to get away with this scot free, but a little breathing room is all he needs. He'll tell her. Maybe. One day. But today definitely is not that day.

"Train station." They're already headed in that direction, so Rowan resumes their walk, away from the cafe. He kind of wishes he had a coffee now, or something stronger.

"There you get ID, apartment, and cash. You get a stipend every month, enough to get by but nothing extravagant. Everything seems normal. Until strange things start happening."