Elspeth is glad that Milliways likes her, because she likes it. Jacob at her side and a glass of this nice golden stuff in her hand (she's tried the other synthetics; they're nice for an occasional change, but only humans care about dietary variety that much and this one is her favorite) and hubbub from a hundred worlds around her: lovely. A lovely break from work that keeps no one waiting, that doesn't even throw off her sleep cycle because her sleep cycle cares about the sun. (It throws off Jake's, a little, but his is more flexible than hers.)
He's wearing a pale green shirt, the fabric patterned with thin lines whose shape suggests ocean waves, and nondescript black dress pants over green-and-purple argyle socks. No shoes. His hair is long and curly and greenish; his face is, perhaps, a little familiar.
After a few seconds of cheerfully looking around, he spots Elspeth and Jacob and wiggles his fingers in a cheerful little wave that includes them both.
Elspeth waves back. "How'd you get in without using the door?" she asks.
"Dreamed my way here," he says serenely. "I'm the only person I know who does it."
"Ah-huh. And what non-trouble do you tend to get up to to pass the time instead?"
"Elsie," says Jacob.
Elspeth rolls her eyes. "And I'm the princess and my mother's the empress."
"Isabella Marie Swan Cullen, HIM," recites Elspeth. "And as Jacob has demonstrated, I'm Elsie - Elspeth - and who are you?"
He digs in his pockets and produces a playing card, which he holds up and then leans over to hand to her.
"You know, there's a note about you in the book in the Belltower," she says. "It suggests that I shouldn't interact with you."
"No. It says you're probably safe for alts of yourself and for Bells, though."
"Don't tell him," says Jake in a low voice. "Tell me, Elsie."
She turns to Jake, and considers. "All he can do is talk," she says finally.
"Oh, is that all," he says; the words are scornful but the tone is soft.
"Yes, he is. And I'm not sure. We can ask the next time we see her," she says, patting Jake's arm. "In the meantime I think I'm okay. You can scoop me up and hustle me out the door if you don't like something he says."
"She put me on the asteroid because I'm a mass murderer," he says casually. "That's not a big mystery. The mystery's why she leaves little warnings telling people not to talk to me. Not that I don't have a theory or two."
The woman who had much of the raising of her from three days to six months was a serial killer, and several of her other family have worse records still, and then there's the inside of her own head. She's not fazed.
"Could be she's mad 'cause I fucked her boyfriend," he says. "But I don't think that's it. She is, but she's not usually that petty."
"I don't think any of the Bells except for Mama are monogamous," says Elspeth.