“How far have you gotten?” Sprite asked, trying to exude casualness by sticking her hands into the pockets of her yellow jumpsuit.

“I’m deep, but still nothing.” Clara threw aside another wave info box and grabbed the next. “You?”

“Blank,” Sprite said. It actually pained her to admit she still hadn’t found anything.

Clara stopped, flipping both gloved hands up at the wrists, pausing her work. She removed the orange port goggles and looked at Sprite. “What do you need, Sprite?”

The other scuffed the floor with her shoe. “Turtle wants us to work together. You need any help?”

“No.”