She shook her head in reply. "I hardly saw anything apart from that thing. If I suffered any disorientation from being in a sculptured system, it was part of the general trauma. Hell, Geraint, make damn sure you protect me with your attacks and whatever you’ve got in that frame of yours. Are you sure we don’t want my frame on attacking options?" It was something they’d been arguing about in the car most of the journey. Francesca was understandably paranoid about meeting the murderous persona that had nearly killed her once before. Geraint disagreed with her.