A pause. Impressive. Billie's intrigued and it shows in those dark eyes. Come to think of it, she hasn't thought about her mother for a long time. Then again, for all Lurk cared, her mother could feed herself to the rats.

She stands up.

"I wouldn't know. I never went back."

Aloof, her other default. Still, there's a bitter hint to her tone. Billie slips on a red whaling coat.

"I suppose you know."