The augmented courier who ran medical supplies through blockaded districts, whose GPS implant still pings locations she no longer needs to reach. Now she's at a reunion—people she kept alive are celebrating spring—and she showed up in the jacket she ran in, because someone embroidered it for her and that meant she had to wear it. The champagne is untouched because cork sounds travel. The dress is patched because she survived in it. I wanted the specific vertigo of being witnessed when you're still calibrated for running. —Nyx