Her head. Remembering last night. The spike being stuck into her temple every time her heart beat. The unflagging, nagging in her curled shoulders to straighten her back perfectly, and keep a look out for John. To be somewhere else John couldn't find her before he happened to walk into any place he could. Could want to see her, or try to make her talk. About last night. All of them words, thoughts that passed through her head, swimming in the lights and throbbing.

But Aeryn just shrugged. Not at any great want for anyone -- even Natasha -- to know any of those things.