Chapter 28: Serrath's Last Instrument

The relay room was a converted storage cell, three meters by four, lit by a strip of salvaged bioluminescent tubing that gave everything the color of shallow water. Ysolde had the Compact's alert spread across three surfaces: her primary field interface, a laminated printout she'd run off Penitent's ancient thermal press, and a handwritten transcription on the back of one of her own notation sheets because the thermal print had cut off the coordinate margins.

She didn't look up when Karev came in.

"Sit or stand," she said, "but don't hover."