Mary Anne is on her way to her own room, when she draws up short.

Under different circumstances, her first words might be a tease or a jibe, but she saw an old acquaintance dressed in blood tonight and death (her business, not her Lady) is heavy on her mind.

So all she says when she sees him (sees his hands, knuckles white like the bone beneath, twenty-seven bones and all so fragile) is

"...Kit?"