I had not told him. I would not tell him. It was not the kind of information that helped anyone.
I sat down on the hall floor against the east wall, which is not something you saw many students do in the post-clearance period — most stood in their groups, comparing results, running post-combat assessment — but which my legs had been quietly requesting for the past twenty minutes and which I finally allowed.
Maris sat down beside me.
"Final count," I said.
"One thirty-nine," she said. "All present. Injuries within the expected range for a standard trial. Nothing critical."
"The ISS team."
"They extracted through the service access at twelve-fifteen. The northeast monitoring log will have the entity's activity record." She paused. "They didn't intervene."
"No."
"The thirty-second window handled itself."
"Yes."
She was quiet for a moment. Then: "The Gale Sovereignty."
