She's not been waiting. They keep their own hours and always have, but Natalia is awake the moment he lights in her window, rolling onto an elbow to watch him slip inside. The uniform is a surprise. To her knowledge - which may yet prove itself incomplete, James keeps his secrets well - he's not worn it since the fall of Rapture, but he wears it now, blue stretched over shoulders bent with a fatigue that troubles her.

"You don't look as if it helped," she replies, on her knees and reaching for him. What solace the open air could not provide, Natalia is determined she will.