“Van, what’s—oh. Oh wow. What is that?” I shook my head. “I have no idea.” She withdrew and I heard some conversation, then Zenophir clambered into the hold. “Oh, it’s one of these,” she said. “One of what? What is it?” “A—thing. A really fast little thing.” “You have no clue, do you?” “None at all. All I can say is that it’s a ship—which you’ve probably already figured out.” “I’m going to need a bit more detail, if you please.”
