It was in that frozen moment that Andy could watch with clarity how the skin of the Archivist's lip knits back together so much like Book's whenever she popped him in the mouth for trying her patience. She had to watch, stuck like that, eyes darting and muscles starting to ache already, on the precipice with too much adrenaline. Balance took so much more movement than she had realized. Why the fuck was she listening to this asshole? "I never dreamed of you," she growled, as though this trick wasn't enough to prove he was something else.