For a second, there’s a glimpse of something under Tarn’s mask of righteous fury that sends a chill down Pearl’s spine. It leaves almost as quickly as it came, but it still leaves her unsettled in its wake in a way she can’t put her finger on.

She wrings her hands anxiously. “Of course I’ll keep you informed, Tarn, I just… I understand and appreciate the sentiment, but… Promise me you won’t do anything rash,” she says imploringly. “We need to be smart about this.”