Cool - they'll also be stocking up on parrafin wax, to hide her from any checks for Grisha... And general provisions for a sea journey. 

"Anything you think Helvar will need, too?"

"More wax," she doesn't say. "Therapy," she doesn't say either. Not her secret, not her decision.

"A baton, throwing darts. She liked to poison her darts but I'm not sure I want to give her poisons. And if we're worried about the Shu, smoke bombs or something to block line of sight."

"I can use poisons, even if we don't give them over. I'll grab supplies for a few different use cases."

"And anti-grisha measures are a good idea; I'd bet we won't be the only Ketterdam crew either, and anyone seriously in the running will be able to pull in grisha. Anything else you can think of?"

A few miscellaneous odds and ends, nothing too exotic.

Her memory's good enough she doesn't need notes for all this, fortunately. "That should all be doable," she says, rolling her shoulders. "I'll come get you a bit after sundown for the Hellshow."

"I'll be ready, Miss Ghafa."

She nods. And: "No mourners."

"No funerals."

And she heads out into the city. 

And Nina will attend to her own business. Lots to do before tonight.

(And maybe think through what she's going to say to the woman she got imprisoned for not killing her.)

Sunset comes soon enough, and Inej slips back into Nina's rooms. 

She's rested, dressed, and ready to go.

"And how was your day?"

"Productive. And there's a boat waiting to take us to Hellgate."

"You really know just what a girl wants to hear, don't you?"

"Part of my job." She offers her arm to Nina, as an escort.

She takes it with a smile.

And Inej takes her on a late evening stroll over the rooftops - and to a waiting rowboat, with Kaz, Jesper, and a Dregs girl, Minke, one of Kaz's recruits - a blonde with the same wiry, strong build as Susanne Helvar, though one who's seen Nina with some shame in her eyes a few times for her trouble eating. It makes her a good match for a half-starved fighter, and it probably won't take much Tailoring to swap her out for Helvar.

Easy enough. Nina can get most of it done on the boat ride.

Good; and they'll be wearing masks once they're at Hellgate - though they can wait to put them on until they're close to Terrenjel, one of the many tiny islands off Kerch's coast, and the site of the Hellgate. (Nina should probably change into the rest of her costume sooner, though; Inej is already wearing hers - the Scarab Queen - under a nondescript cloak.)

Just needs to shake out her cape and take the cloth flower crown out of her pocket.

Minke hides features now eerily similar to Susanne's under the veil of the Bride, just before other shapes - other small boats - start to drift out of the fog as they approach the few wavering lights on the shore. Two masked Dime Lions pull them in when their boat hits the sand shallows - and one demands: "The entrance fee," holding his hand out.

Kaz, mask securely on, handles that.

They're waved on, towards an uneven path outlined by a staggered row of torches whose smoke swirl through the air, not doing much to mask the smells of salt and rot and misery. There's another Dime Lion at the door they come into, and he leads them quietly through the warrens beneath the prison, into the oldest spire, where the prisons are crudely hewn into the rock and protected by heavy iron bars, with walls and floors stained by rust or blood or damp air, down a tight spiral staircase and then along a claustrophobic hallway to where a guard with a rifle over his back waits. The Dime Lion says, "Four more for you," to the guard, then: "If you need to leave, let the guard know, and they'll call for an escort. No one goes wandering off on their own."

(...Which is the first time it becomes obvious that Inej is no longer with them; Nina's last clear memory of her is from the pathway with the torches.)

That's just what the Wraith does.