[Moot point. The acknowledging glance Sam got was better than nothing at all, but... not reassuring, not really. Everything else---the strands of smoke where there should be nothing but steam, the somehow off sounds The Spine occasionally produced, and the distortions of his aura---outweighed it by much too broad a margin. Resigned to spending the rest of the ride in relative silence, she'd watch for other Haveners to warn, and wait.]
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