As she started on her way, the first thing she remembered was the little computer, or whatever it was. She hoped she hadn’t totally slotted it up while playing around with it, but all she could do now was try to get it to Manoj. She bent down to rub at a bug-bitten ankle, yawning in the sunshine. She needed kaf and this would, after all, be a good time to scrounge some from Manoj. He wouldn’t be busy yet.