"Know them? How could I not know them. They have shadowed my steps since I was a child and they shadow them still."

Her gaze tilted slightly, but no. The tick of clockwork brought no one else with them. She refused to be disappointed. So many years had passed now, and she had grown accustomed to facing them down on her own.

Which meant she refused to stand idly be behind Jack. She stepped around so that she met level with his shoulder. Her gaze flickered to his gun. It stood as full proof of his strangeness.

"Behind that mask is a man of clockwork. And it ceased to haunt my sleep long ago."