She wasn’t sure who’d decided to come here, unless it had been Joe-Eddy, wanting to sleep in his own bed. She certainly didn’t want to be back on the porn couch, though she had no idea where she’d be sleeping when that became an issue. But somehow they’d all made it down to the basement garage, crowded into the private elevator she’d used on her first visit: Caitlin, Stets, Virgil, Manuela, Sevrin, Kathy Fang and Dixon, and her, to be met by the security freelancers who’d taken her up to the Airstream with Manuela, after the hammock ride, and by Carsyn, to Manuela’s delight. The drone had been with them too, and at one point had had Wilf, Rainey, and Ash in it, as well as Conner. She thought that Wilf and Rainey might have said good night at some point, though that would have been after Rainey’s delight at the latest Qamishli news. After Eunice’s word earlier, that things were now at least somewhat better, had come word, from Ash, via Lowbeer, that the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists clock was being reset to two minutes to midnight, where it had been prior to Qamishli. Verity had had no idea that it had been that close to midnight to begin with, but Ash had explained that that setting, dating to 2018, reflected climate change and increased use of information warfare to undermine democracy.