Xiomara keeps up with her, right at her heels, throwing a wink at Marcel on her way past him. She's busy looking around—the facade of the building, the kind of people passing through the door ahead of them—and only notices Fifi's ignoring Marcel's instructions when light catches a coin and glints.

"Murderer," she accuses, quietly and without an ounce of sincerity, pretend or otherwise.