The stungun wound up a few feet from Chia's knee, beside her goggles, which were upside down on the carpet, still cabled to her Sandbenders. She could see the twin flat rectangles on the opaque lens-faces, simple video units; if Zona went to Chia's systems software and activated those, now, she'd get a bug's-eye view of Maryalice's stocking feet, Eddie's shoes, the Russian's cowboy boots, and maybe the side of Masahiko's head.