She was seated on a small rock half, jacked into her simdeck. Chase froze and watched for a moment, but this time her body language was different. She seemed tense and excited by what she was sensing from the chip, but the stress Chase had observed the day before was absent. He moved forward carefully, until close enough to see that the chip in the deck was one of the brightly labeled commercial ones he'd seen in her bag. He was torn between whether to leave her alone or to risk another confrontation when she reached down and poked the disconnect switch. She blinked a few times, and Chase could see the traces of barely formed tears glinting in the shafts of the crew's work lights. Then she breathed in sharply, her body shaking once, spasming, before its natural looseness returned. She turned and looked over at him. In her eyes he could read nothing.