Omina kept Lost Property closed while the pending line sat on the drawer.
No one hurried her.
That helped more than Ty expected. A fast room made the door feel useful. A slower one made everyone sit with what useful had cost so far.
JJ hooked one foot around her chair leg and dragged herself closer to the table.
"Can we see the index without waking anything in it?"
The drawer answered with an offer shaped like mercy. A limited index could open. Item labels might enter the feed.
Caelin's aide started typing before Caelin spoke. The movement showed in the corner of the tablet, all wrists and panic.
"If labels reach the feed, strangers will turn them into slogans."
Waddell leaned into view beside him.
"People make churches out of locked drawers with fewer vowels."
Jade rubbed the heel of her hand under her bad eye.
"Then keep the feed from teaching them the song."
