Sam Moncrieff was thrilled with his nowcaster status. He’d been Mulcahey’s star grad student before Mulcahey had left academia (in a shambles), and Sam took the exalted central role of Troupe nowcaster with complete and utter seriousness. He was stomping around blindly in the command yurt with his head in a virching helmet, burrowing through scientific visualizations like some kind of data-gloved gopher.