Over whiskey-laced coffee, the clinical Gray dragoon opens up to Darrow about her dead brother Trigg, his fiancé Ephraim, and the corn-country home she fled.
Amid the interrogation of Antonia and the search for Quicksilver's dataDrop, Holiday finds Darrow alone on the Pandora's bridge at ship-night and shares a mug of whiskey she calls coffee. Unable to sleep—she hates ships, the engine hum like wasps—she offers the war's rare comfort: two people who understand silence. She tells Darrow of Goodhope, the malevolent whispering corn she'd stand in pretending it was an ocean, and the twenty-year Legion enlistment she used to escape it, dragging her gentler brother Trigg along on a promise to their mother to keep him safe—a promise Aja broke.
She hasn't been able to tell their mother that Trigg is dead; the woman may think both her children gone. She speaks of Trigg's fiancé Ephraim, a Luna security specialist who went off-grid to join the Sons after Trigg's death, now lost somewhere in Luna's chaos. She tells Darrow he is doing good, that Trigg would approve—just before the Jackal's broadcast of Narol's execution shatters the quiet and sets the fleet aflame.
A squat, cinderblock-built Gray with an ashen Mohawk mashed to one side, a non-blinking bionic eye and a mangled trigger finger, weightlifting calluses on her palms; boots off, whiskey on her breath.
Darrow's Gray marksman and confidante; the unsentimental soldier who lets her grief show to the one man who knew her brother.