Elliot turned and ran. He made it to the largest of the brown tents and stood for a minute just inside the flap, plotting a subterfuge to make his way inside. A grumpy voice, with that Sunborn ring of expecting absolutely to be listened to, rang out. “Will someone bring me Little Red?” Or the direct approach might work. “Hi,” said Elliot, darting in and around some medic trying to interfere with him. “You mean me, right? You wanted to see me?”
