Whistle lies supine on her cot, drawing pictures in the air with her fingers. Shaver readies her weapons. O’Keefe keeps a wary eye on Shaver. Her experience with Striper and the trolls left her bruised, how badly is hard to discern, but O’Keefe suspects that the worst of the bruises show only very discreetly. She spends every spare moment working on her weapons. She mutters in her sleep. O’Keefe has little doubt that Striper figures prominently in Shaver’s dreams.