"I dunno, man," he said, a strange taste in his mouth. He looked down at his desk, at his hands. "I don’t know." He looked back up. The brown face was calm now, intent. Maelcum’s chin was hidden by the high helmet ring of his old blue suit. "She’s inside," he said. "Molly’s inside. In Straylight, it’s called. If there’s any Babylon, man, that’s it. We leave on her, she ain’t comin’ out, Steppin’ Razor or not."