Malcris turned the drawing upside down before giving it to me.
"The labels are still readable," he said.
"With some cooperation from my neck."
"Then turn the page."
I did. He watched where my eyes went first. The small review group occupied a side room off the theory hall. Six students, two demonstration fixtures, and one professor who had remembered a mistake I would have preferred to leave in Mendra's classroom.
The task was ordinary enough. Identify what a drawing proved, what it left out, and which checks had to happen before a fitting could be opened. I had become familiar with the last part by almost answering it incorrectly in public.
Malcris placed a second drawing beside the first.
"The local driver has been stopped. Which housing is safe to open?"
The wording was close enough that my fingers tightened on the paper.
"Neither, until the connected supply and stored current are checked."
"Both drawings include those checks. Read the notes."
I looked down.
