“What?” Sprite was startled. She thought if anyone was working as hard as Clara was, surely she would take any help she could get.

“I’m fine here, Sprite. And if you’ve already done everything on your end, then there’s not much you can do here.” Clara turned away from Sprite, pulling the port goggles back over her eyes.

“I’ll cash in some favors,” Sprite said. “Ask around.”

“Good,” Clara said, flicking her wrists forward, starting again where she had left off.

“Maybe I’ll try daggering; see if anything comes up.” Sprite hoped this last would get a reaction.

It didn’t.