[ The Cut-Wife would likely say not. Possibly with a vulgarity and a laugh. And an undercurrent of fondness. ]

Her name was Joan Clayton.

[ The name is murmured more softly with a glance to her notebook, but when she looks back up, her voice has dropped back to something coarse. ]

Those responsible are now dead. However, I believe some Nightcomers managed to escape. There is no telling who our man behind the curtain can usher in when we least expect it. You ought to keep your mirrors covered at night, Constantine.