"I am not hurt," Harrow says through gritted teeth, pushing her spine further into the corner of the elevator as it starts to ascend. It's a swooping, uncomfortable feeling, and she's glad when it stops. "And I told you not to ask me that. If you cannot keep silent, I can and will fuse your jaw shut. You know my capabilities."

As the doors open again, she sweeps past Gideon, choosing at random the direction in which to turn. "I had access to only a shred of my power in the River," she says as she walks, building an answer to the other issue, one hopefully enough to limit Gideon's probing. "My soul was there, my body was left on the Mithraeum, where someone clearly...interfered with it. And then I was here, which is very clearly neither. Something happened, something that evidently affected my abilities, and I am at a loss as to what."