Velle’s shoes click on the wooden floor as she paces, kindly-serious, and tries to make a Plan. Nobody seems sure what to make of what has just happened, but nobody looks particularly happy about it. She pauses to say, “Oh, Y, we couldn’t have possibly put together a project of that scale in time, even if we’d known there was something like that coming.”

Y: “But we could all have been working.” Then with a look aside, spotting you first, “Anise… could have been working on… Clothes for Nolle at the same time Säve was making the Mask. Working from the same Biographical Material.”

The Room’s eyes turn to you. After a beat, you resign yourself to sharing.

Exhibit Doll