And then he's holding her hand properly, just like that, their fingers threaded together, and Girl feels her cheeks get hot, all of a sudden. She squeezes her hand, wants to reassure him that she appreciates him taking her hand like that. And then he calls her special and the urge to kiss him, right then, it overwhelming. She rides it out. She breathes through it.

"We picked me a proper Killjoy name when I got here, anyway," she says. She hasn't told him her full name yet, afraid, somehow, that he'd make fun of it. It means too much to her - it's too precious. "Like Fun Ghoul or Party Poison."