Heiji hits a nerve, it seems, for Clara. A lightbulb over them flickers ominously but it stays in one piece.

For now.

Greenwich. Yes. That sounds like a place her granddaughter would go to if she wanted to be both bold and foolish. Somewhere far from the safety of Redbright and the protection of the neutral zones. Eyes wide and expression pained, she looks at the two back and forth in hopes of an answer. Is that place it? Is it?