The clock tower door closes below. Suri counts the lock's tumblers by sound, then counts the windows, stairwells, and distances between roof beams. Only after finishing does she let the injured wing sag.

"Three exits if I can fly. One if I cannot." Her pale eyes settle on the open key ring in your palm. "You left the door unlocked."

She sounds offended by the fact.

"Either you trust me, or you are very confident I cannot escape. I have not decided which answer irritates me more."