"Claire says Drone 12 on the patrol route got... a view. Of the window. Earlier. Before she realized and enabled a temporary flight ceiling."
For a longer four seconds than I'd like to admit, I don't understand what she means. Then I do, so excessively proud that I tilt my head and try not to smirk.
"Oh. I see."
"The marking. The operator saw it and... informed the pack."
Trying not to laugh and admit that her bad news is making me feel this much better is hard. Her continuation only makes my stomach worried about what I think of myself *untwist*.
I suppose this is what vindication feels like. When it comes to social games while stuck in a court of busybodies, I think I know what I'm doing.
"So they know."
"They know. Or at least enough of them that everyone will by the end of the day."
"Probably by the hour, Ms. Kyrie Voss. With the humans starting to also hear even if they don't know what it means."
