Gabriel. And that, there, was a sore point. She'd been displeased with who he'd turned out to be in the City, too; had struggled to reconcile that cold creature with someone who, in this world, had almost become a friend. She'd mostly shut down his attempt at conversation now that they were all back, hadn't managed to let herself look at that too closely yet.

"But that's stupid," she says bluntly. "It's always the Porters. You didn't have anything to do with it — it can't have been your fault."