Lila pulls the mask off her head completely, her hair fluttering a moment in its wake. Her smirk disappears and her hand falls to her side at Kell's reply. She looks him over, as though something about the sight of him will explain what he's saying.

"What do you mean?" she asks slowly. She takes in the pinched quality of his frown, how his eyes look away from hers. "What does it matter if you can't go to Grey or White London?"