"You're enjoying this," Layla says, tone and expression both playfully accusatory. Her appearance might be entirely alien to her - a brief glance in the reflective surface one of the Sylphid's ATV windows had been incredibly jarring - but her voice, at least, is still her own.

She falls into step with him easily in spite of his longer stride, noting the placement of the tents that form most of the housing, clusters and alleyways and spots where a useful distraction might be staged.