Finn looked at her.
He did not seem to know what the words meant. He looked at her the way you look at somebody speaking a language you don't have.
James knelt where he was.
Ten minutes ago Eamon had been complaining about the queue for the kettle. Then he had turned round and started a question.
*When they send us back up, where do you think they'll—*
Now his jacket was lying open on the ground in front of James, and what was inside it was never going to move again.
Ruth reached toward Eamon's face. She stopped with her hand an inch from it and did not touch him. She took her hand back very slowly and put it in her lap with the other one, and stayed on her knees.
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"Was that a Challenger?" said Finn. His voice was not right. "Was that one of theirs? A skill?"
James did not answer.
He was looking at the jacket.
