Nah, not in the cabin. Molotov doesn't like sleeping out there, it's drafty and too primitive for her tastes. So let your freak flag fly, Spiegel! No, don't, actually, because it's wrong on like a lot of levels.

She puts the pieces together after a second, because it wasn't that cryptic, just unexpected. "Oh," she says, unhelpfully. "I knew someone else with that loss too. I'm sorry. Did you really drink that much before you got here?"