“Have you been able to ping him?”
Both Vos and Pierre shook their heads.
The sight of Cress and Tule bowing their heads to whisper to each other caught Reed’s eye, and a moment later their partner, a stocky woman with curly black hair, appeared between them, looking as though she’d come straight from a party, herself.
-“Stop!” Hanne said, followed by a nervous laugh at the silence that resulted. She gestured absentmindedly with a hand, pressing the bounds of the sim outward to expand the room. It had started getting more crowded. “You’re doing it again, Reed.”
+“Stop!” Hanne said, then laughed nervously at the silence that followed. She gestured absentmindedly with a hand, pressing the bounds of the sim outward to expand the room. It had started getting more crowded. “You’re doing it again, Reed.”
“What?” He tamped down indignation. “Sorry, Hanne, there’s a lot going on.”
“Right, I get that, but can you start at the beginning for those of us outside the clade? What did you mean you don’t think he’s on Lagrange?”
At this, both Vos and Pierre took a half-step back, looking startled.
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