Drawing closer, she could see that the Roundhouse didn’t have any walls as such, just pillars, probably ferrocrete, supporting a conical roof. For a moment she was puzzled, then realized it must have been designed as a shelter for picnickers in the event of a sudden rainstorm. She smiled wryly to herself. Maybe she’d been in the shadows too long. Sly had almost forgotten that normal people did things like go on picnics.