"You aren’t, at all. Whoever you are, you’ve let this idiot bring you here." She was looking at Wilf, who put his glass of water down on the piece of furniture nearest him, looking pained. "Take that apart," Daedra said, apparently to the two robot girls, pointing at Conner. And one of them, instantly, too quick to follow, was squatting upside down on the ceiling, white mantis-arms lengthening.