Witty and the client stare down for a good while, silent, pondering.

WITTY: I must be going.

Witty starts to walk away.

CLIENT: This doesn't change anything, does it? Will you keep working on her body?

Witty doesn't look back.

WITTY: We'll keep working.

Inside the workshop, Vincent and Ace look worried. Witty enters.

ACE: Witty! Where've you been? We've been trying to contact you for hours!

Witty walks past them, heading to her office.

WITTY: I'm tired. See you tomorrow.

Witty is lying on a bed in her office. She's staring the hologram of a young woman, dressed up like a mechanic. Witty is crying.

WITTY: Good night, mom.