Ioane does as she's told, which, really, she ought to get an award for. It's not like this guy is really her superior. She doesn't have to. But as far as she's concerned, she's doing a really brilliant job fitting in and laying low, she's only gotten into about five fights since she got here last month, and only one of them was when she was taken on as a maid a week ago. And Rebeka was asking for it. So it's not really her fault.

Anyway, she closes the door.

"It's all locked," Ioane says. Unable to keep back her curiosity, she tiptoes back to where Grieg is crouched to look over his shoulder. "What's in it?"