"Fine," said Netherton, indicating that it wasn’t, led the peripheral up the gangway and into the yacht, then into the smallest of the three sleeping cabins, the lighting sensing them as they entered. He studied the fitted hardware in the pale veneer, succeeded in allowing a narrow bunk to lower itself from the wall. "Here," he said, "sit." It sat. "Lie down." It did. "Sleep," not sure this last would work. It closed its eyes.