The Spectator drifted past Harmon, smiling blankly, and moved on to a vaguely human-shaped shadowy figure with baleful red eyes. “If must we speak of strange things then I suppose our next guest must be mentioned. Such a little anomaly, this one. What can be said of something not truly alive, yet still blessed with the gift of death? Your trust in him goes on its own unsteady legs. I don’t think in this case that names have even their negligible weight, do they?...” Her head dipped towards the motionless Cog and her hair swirled downwards to hide her face; she said something the other contestants couldn’t quite hear and brushed past him abruptly without further comment.