"Someone’s revealed Verity’s whereabouts, on a public medium. Ash is concerned that Cursion will find her here." They were passing that alcove, with its mirror, acrylic chair, and asymmetrical floor lamp. Virgil was pulling the drone behind him in its wheeled travel corset. The squashed-circle format gave Netherton a sense of what was going on but, with the drone in motion, was simultaneously disorienting. "Sorry," he said, "best I concentrate."