Behind a steampunk ornithopter, all stretched vellum, winged and spindly, several small bodies were crammed. They knocked into each other, scraped elbows colliding with heads, knees in ribs. Yuri futilely contorted herself to try to stay out of everyone's way and profusely apologized for each little knock.

She peaked over the wing edge with her binoculars. "They're driving around really slowly...and Mister Red Snout's with them."