"The numbers check out," T.R. confirmed. "Those of y’all who don’t live in Houston may wish to make calculations of your own. ‘Sea level’ is the same everywhere." He checked his watch. The afternoon was getting on. "Oh. And as long as I dragged y’all out here into the heat, don’t forget to collect your party favor." T.R. indicated a solitary boxcar that had been parked on a nearby side track. A canopy had been set up next to it. Beneath that was a table staffed by a highly presentable young woman whose white cowboy hat made for an incongruous combo with the earthsuit that covered everything from her jawline down to her cowboy boots. Saskia, sans earthsuit, was nearing the limit of how long she could remain outdoors, but decided to venture over.