Verity gave Virgil the drone’s handle, taking the hoodie from him. He put the charger down, on what she supposed was a minibar. She sat on the couch, sinking into lilac leather, Muji bag beside her. "Sorry," she said, "I have to eat something. Right now." Finding a pocket, she drew out Kathy Fang’s pizza, the napkins gone spottily translucent with grease. Unwrapping it, she took a bite.