Slowly and steadily, the norm approached the tent as if he was dead sure that everybody knew who the frag he was and stayed awake at night worrying about it. Without so much as a pause, he entered the tent and stood unblinking in the strong light of the EverBrights. He ignored the collection of death-dealers lying openly on the table, but instead looked at each of the three people sitting there, moving his neck stiffly with a slight mechanical jerk like some robotic drone locating their positions to the exact millimeter.