The monitor came into Class Z the morning after Lior filed his order, and the room got cold before she did.
She had a notebook and not a tablet.
That was the first thing Soren logged.
A tablet syncs to the Bureau grid and the Bureau grid was a thing he could read, a thing with edges he'd already mapped.
A paper notebook went nowhere he could see.
Whatever she wrote in it stayed in her hand.
"Good morning," she said, to the class, not to him.
Maren's ears went flat and stayed flat.
They couldn't tuck anymore, that was the whole point of the last week, so they just lay back against her hair and broadcast it.
The monitor looked at the ears.
Soren expected a guard.
Someone in a Bureau coat who stood at the back and watched and got bored.
This was not that.
She took the empty desk in the second row, which put her at an angle where she could see Soren's hands and Selah's hands and the door, all three, without turning her head.
