Andy helps, in her own way, as Nile packs her first go-bag—the things that she treasures too much to leave behind in any old safehouse that might be gone before they make it back.
"You should get that on paper," she says around a mouthful of candy bar. "The picture. Something you can keep on you."
"I can keep my phone in my pocket," Nile argues, "And bring the charger with me forever."
Andy snorts ruefully. "Someday, you should ask Booker about his daguerreotypes."
Nile prints the photograph and carefully folds it small enough to tuck into her bra.