Amelia was able to produce from her bag a pair of ordinary (not electronically enhanced) sunglasses with an old-school military look to them. Fenna unfolded them and slipped them onto Saskia’s face, carefully guiding the ends of the bows into the tight gap between her temples and the spandex hood. The look on Fenna’s face was one Saskia had seen often: she wasn’t crazy about what she was seeing, but she had tried her best, and it would have to do.