"What is your question?"

  Both hands trembling.  A yellowing handled boot pistol in the one with the cigarette.  The palm sized flip phone almost closed.  Shaky voice.  "Can I visit?" 

  "No mother.  Absolutely not.  I have exams." 

  She hung up. 

  "We had to Continent jump." 

  "Yah come in daht?" The man shook his head wearily and looked not comprehendingly at the puddlejumper. The little woman pilot belt buckling it to the spit of "runway". 

  "How is he?" 

  "Not entirely with us at the moment." 

  "What happened? Exactly." 

  "Was guarding the farm from raiders.  At least two nights awake.  Fell asleep.  Most of the groin is gone." 

  "Hyena?" 

  "We'll not know for sure until the results are returned." 

  A dark man in a tunic and safari hat banged an arm on the top of a rover.  "M'am, do come." More of an assertion than a request really.