Crabb makes a vaguely strangled noise into her arms. "You're a bleedin' menace, you are. Look, I love Ferrier but she ain't my mom, I have a mom, she's just a mentor. Family in the way anyone in the League is, sure, but—"

If she knew the part of the Nightjar story that Berrada was too busy being dead to write about, she'd realise instantly.