"I don’t know. She said we could trust you, as well as anyone she sends to help you. If I knew more, I’d tell you. We build things here. Meet specs. Keep our mouths shut. Film and television production are secretive industries." She gestured down an aisle bisecting the rows of repetitively restless machinery, the length of the long room, to another pair of brown doors. "Come and see him," she said, starting down the aisle, without looking to see whether Verity followed.