"Yeah. If it were the head honchos, they'd let us know."

She's snagged a folding chair and a prime spot to see the screen. She's sitting on it backwards with her arms draped over the seatback. "We've got good intel guys," she says quietly. "They'll let us know."

But still... Faye wouldn't be conferring with Mother unless there really is something going down. The comforting words sound flat in her own ears.

That's soon forgotten as the movie plays. There's laughter from the civilians. Lindianne, meanwhile, has spent a large amount of the time looking... well, looking like a deer in the headlights. "I... I don't... I'm pretty sure fashion shows don't work like that." Never mind that she's never been to Fashion Week at all. She laughs disbelieving my and elbows Rabbit in the ribs.

"Oh my god, Rabbit, where'd you find this thing?"