[He's knife sharp and trembling, isn't he? As jittery as the set of his knee. He feels like something getting ready to burn very hot. --But that isn't surprising. It's a tang as familiar to her senses as the taste of jet fuel on the air.

In turn she offers him the patience of a void: the deep, dark vacuum space where fire doesn't burn. Cathaway smiles. It's empty and understanding.]

Soon a ship will arrive to take you and your broodmate to join the others in the city Concordia. We believe they're nearing the end of their work there, but there should be plenty left for you to do once you get there.

[She turns the device in her hands then and offers it to him. It's not so different from a tablet, though surprisingly thin and seemingly a single piece. The screen section seems to seamlessly fit with the body.] All your mission data is on that, if you care to look at it.