She considered the question with the same brief and genuine thoughtfulness that she applied to matters she wanted to answer correctly. "Hmmm..."
"Filing things away requires a reason to keep them to yourself," she said. "I've been running out of reasons."
Rex said nothing, which was its own kind of answer, and she looked at him with the expression of someone who had asked a question and received the exact response they expected, which was still somehow satisfying.
"The fragment with the lattice scoring," she said, not moving from where she was. "I think the compression failure is directional, not uniform."
"Meaning?" Rex said.
"Meaning the Key didn't break because of impact," she said. "It broke along a stress vector that was already present in the material before it hit the ground."
Rex said nothing.
