He sounds tired--no, exhausted. The words slip out of him as easy as snores, in that soft, rounded voice that says he could use some sleep. And Beth can't bring herself to pester him out of it. He's probably been going for a full day already, getting out of the Cetas' compound, getting here, sitting through the count's endless questions...and that means he needs his sleep.

"It's kind of fun," she admits, pulling up another of her blankets and curling up beneath it. It isn't truly warm, but it's warmer than it is outside. "Like Robin Hood."