She untangles one hand from her hair, to flip reluctantly through the pages again.

But she's not reading from it when she recites: "'Skitter is an unpredictable young woman tending towards acts of apparent kindness to those she deems her subjects and bursts of sudden and extreme violence towards those she sees as her enemies.' Someone wrote that about me, a few months back, to distribute and warn people. Pretty accurate, except for the subjects thing. They were just under my protection."

She shakes her head, tired of this already.

"I'm a lot, Rags."