"What are you going to do about the drones, Red?" That was Thordis talking. She and the others had now formed a little circle around the table. Piet came up behind him, stood a little too close, and peered over his shoulder. He was meticulous, on the spectrum, one of those guys who’d figured out by trial and error that he got along better with critters than with people. "Guess you might as well take notes, Piet," Rufus suggested. "Maybe we can come out of this with a procedure. Or at least a list of what not to do."