Inej has been informed, and has her own experiences, that she is not the first of herself here. She has no memory of this place, just as she had no memory of Darrow. And Wylan, who she hasn't seen in over five years, might look at her and notice a bit more maturity than the last time he saw her: a growth and filling out, as it were. She's no taller than the last time they were together, but she's certainly more a woman than she had been.

"The last one did," she says, in that slightly cryptic way she gets sometimes. Then, she shakes her head a little bit. "I don't remember being here, when I was last. I've been somewhere else for a few years. It's...it's complicated."

With Wylan's drink tripped, Inej drags him over to her table. Her own glass is just a few fingers of liquor, but she's happy to share.