It's hard to stay a step ahead of anyone when she's trapped in this place. It's beginning to grate on her, truthfully. She has tried every door. She has listened and watched and even volunteered to be part of some "away team." It had garnered nothing as she has attempted to give Athos the chance he'd asked for: to live his life to the time she recalls.

Milady de Winter doesn't do well being trapped. She stalks the halls of the Nexus, her skirts moving around her legs; she still hasn't dressed like others, but she has modified her dress, ditching the corset and wearing her hair a little looser. She doesn't seem to fit here, still, but unlike in Paris, where fitting in is a matter of life and death, she isn't sure that standing it out is such a bad thing.