Anwei was wandering through the City, thinking sadly of all the buildings she'd never gone through, which were now so many heaps of rubble. She should have spent time here; she should have made time. Someone had gone to the trouble of bringing all these here; it couldn't be for no reason at all. If she'd studied them all more carefully, maybe she would have seen ... something.

She also was considering finding a place to live in the City. As cozy as the nostril-bunks were, they did not give you much room to dodge if someone attacked you. And she was getting tired of choosing a different random one every night.

The sound of an engine revving overhead, moving too slowly for an airplane (and how did she remember that, right off the top of her head? Oh yes, Earth) made her sidestep and look up, ready to dodge into a nearby doorway if some experimental aircraft was about to land on the street - or on her.