“Because there’s something you need to see,” Olivia said, quite cheerfully. She didn’t dress like a disgusting pauper this time, but in a plain uniform—the uniform of a prefect, a jumpsuit that covered her whole body and was adorned with Pioneering Society logos. There was also a holster for a sidearm, though none obviously visible inside. She did have a derringer strapped just under the edge of her jumpsuit on one side, and a knife hidden somewhere even cleverer. But she didn’t expect to need either against Gruber. “It’s a new facility. One we didn’t want to build for you, but… here we are.”