“You will have one more companion,” Dajer said. Dusk frowned, but this was the type of statement that people often explained if you gave them time, so he did not demand anything. Indeed, Dajer gestured to a floating object, made of shiny steel, in the shape of a pill—only much larger. It was perhaps two feet across, oval, and marked by blinking lights like eyes. A long wire drooped behind it, like a hose, leading back to the buildings. “An observation machine?” Dusk said, stomach sinking. “I thought you said those didn’t work in here.”
