"Thomas likes her well enough, configured this way, but most of all as three pandas," he said, Verity thinking London had some seriously next-level parenting gear, then baby and balls were replaced by a young woman, brown hair lighter and curlier than Verity’s, seated at a red table. "Rainey," he said, "last week." Who stood, in jeans and a long-sleeved black t-shirt, smiled at the camera, and walked out of frame, the feed closing. The periscope descended, the drone’s hatch shutting behind it. "Where are we going?" he asked.