On the far side of the forest an insane wind gust pounced on them and almost blew them away. Charlie actually leaped into the air like a hooked fish and sort of skipped, leaning and kicking violently against the wind, an odd maneuver dredged up from some subroutine she’d never seen before. Jane said as much, into the mike, for something to say, and then she looked at her lit Trouper cuff.