Leah lowers the spear, frowning, but she doesn't question him. Whatever else is going on in Bossie's mind that catches him sideways, he doesn't miss details in the field.

She does swat him as she passes, though. "You're a brat," she observes fondly. "Here I thought you were showing off."

She would much rather not lose anything to expose, thanks. But inside is - strange. Too clean, too nice. There's food in the kitchen - more food than a place like this ought to have. And the technology seems almost medieval. No oven, no broken electronics scavenged for parts. Her frown deepens.

"Show me the bedroom. I never was a nudist."