It isn't logical. They don't follow a pattern. It's sad. They were there, then gone again, far away, calling home.

[River is wearing her boots today, and has her knives from Cole slipped into them.]

Don't mind the claws, she'll keep you safe.

[And she reaches over, grabbing his hand.]

Ge ge, mei mei will watch you. She will be the thorns. Can you see them? We can go closer. The drones drone but don't think too loudly.

[She gestured to a bug down the hall from them that was working on...something.]