"Well he's a Barrel boy and a Suli boy. According to Inej, all he knows how to be is a fool," she says with a dry smile. Nina comes closer and leans to kiss Frank's cheek.

Her scent is always pleasantly subtle: roses and sandalwood.

"At least someone thinks I'm pretty."

She stands straight again and collects her small clutch. "You have a key, right? Just in case?"