Mine started going off on Shril. But I still can't tell what the hell it's meant to be doing.

[It'd saved their skins, and he was grateful for that. But he wasn't grateful for how it happened, or how it left him in the hours afterwards. He nudges one of the charms on the bench, straightening it up in line with its fellows.]

Should've known it wouldn't be as easy as you having them labelled up before you put them in us.

[Just another element of the Nest life that seemed to be a case of muddling along.]