She grins back, excited in spite of herself. This is Raylan’s home turf, the place he told her about that day in the Gull, painting a picture both vivid with life and dusty with tradition.

“That’s a good name, Corben. Like for a kid or—-” She sits sharply upright, this time not paying enough attention to save the coffee that slops over the edge of the cup. “Your kid! Is she… Are they…”

Athena gestures expansively. In the world yet.