Kale (thinking): This leads to the balcony level where I saw Thorn. Why do I keep running into him, anyway? This makes four times in two months . . .
. . . at wildly popular public events and in the hallway of our shared building. Answered my own question.
Nobody’s coming down. That’s not a good sign. At least it doesn’t smell like a fire . . .
Kale: You don’t have to come with me, Niamh.
Niamh (thinking): Sure I do. You’re trying to keep your backstory private, and I help keep you from having flashbacks.