Tessa put the phone on the table face down, and the public hated losing the angle.
She could tell by the way Waddell's filter tablet buzzed until it started walking toward the table edge. He caught it with two fingers and read the top request without moving his face.
"They want the camera back, and they want it angry."
Tessa kept her bandaged hand on the phone. The cut under the wrap had started itching, which felt rude after everything else. Pain at least announced itself. Itching acted like the skin had decided the crisis was old news.
"Let them want without giving them a place to sit."
Caelin stood near the shelter bulletin board with a marker in one hand and three official statements taped in front of him. He had written them too neatly. Each letter looked scared of becoming evidence.
"The official channel is asking for a public update again."
Jade looked up from the tablet. "The official channel is you wearing office shoes."
