"Hullo," he replies with a bright smile for her and then another for Beatrice. While she may be just a construct, Sebastian is pleased to see that she's doing so well and shows signs of adapting to her owner's personality.

"I'll go with necessary, because it comes with instructions that I suspect you won't want others to hear." Under the paper is a plain, used copy of Shakespeare's sonnets with a simple, uninspired dedication on the flyleaf. The cover is nice enough looking that it wouldn't be entirely out of place among Irene's belongings, but there's an odd sense of disuse to it. If one didn't intend to pick it up, it's quite possible that the eye would just slide right over it.