"Yeah, whatever," Mary says gloomily, "It's not like there's any better circumstances to meet under, César."

She gets like this sometimes.

He'll find two blankets and a pillow stacked on a chair next to him once he's done with the phone call. Mary kept quiet as she delivered them, but if he looks around, he'll see her sitting nearby wrapped in a blanket of her own.

Well, not her own. But rather than take two blankets, she's folded a normal one in half. Her eyes are closed but she's murmuring under her breath and clearly not sleeping.