Of all the strange things Nina's seen over the past couple of weeks - burning ants and horrors made of congealed blood and haunted mirrors and what she's fairly certain was a rogue set of teeth - it's the man stripping in the middle of an open hallway that's somehow the most incongruous. It shouldn't be. It's not like the view is unpleasant - far from it, with the breadth of shoulder and well-muscled back visible as she comes around a corner - it's just...

Everyone who's accustomed to it seems to be putting armour on, not taking it off.

"Not that I'm complaining," she says, voice bright, like she's not half-wondering if he's hallucinating or compelled. "But this seems like a bit of a strange place to be stripping down."