"So how's it work?" Samara asked, tapping the rolled drawings against her shoulder. "The box. Walk me through it."
"You're holding the answer. You don't want to take a look?"
"I can't read a formation array to save my life. I steal them, I don't draw them." She said it cheerfully, like it was a charming quirk and not a confession of intent. "Humor me. Big picture."
[She's asking a question she already knows the shape of.]
"Big picture, it keeps things cold." Katarina stepped around a woman hauling water and didn't slow. "That's the whole sell. Cold goes a long way in a place where it's warm 10 months a year and your fish dies in an afternoon."
"That's what it does for you. I asked how it works."
"To me and to my customers, those are the same sentence."
Samara laughed.
"All right. Keep your secrets, Signora. Can't blame a girl for trying."
