Mira was helping a driver find a passenger.
Eli had expected her to stand apart from the evacuation response, watching others spend the effort her warning had demanded. Instead she held a damp list beneath the shelter of a bus mirror while the driver read the last names aloud. A woman at the curb corrected a pronunciation and pointed toward the temporary rest station.
Mira handed the list back before Eli reached her.
“The passenger’s with the medical group,” she told the driver. “Ask there before you leave.”
The driver thanked her and went. Mira watched him cross the road, then turned to Eli as though she had known he was coming all along.
“You gave them the readings?”
“Yes.”
“And they kept the district clear?”
