The cup split along its folded seam.
Water spread beneath Mira’s hands and crossed the table toward Eli’s phone. He lifted the phone before it reached the edge. Mira stared at the spill as if she had never seen water do that before.
“There’s a cloth,” Eli said.
She looked up.
“By the sink.”
She fetched paper towels instead. He moved his chair back while she wiped the table. The small practical work delayed his answer long enough for him to choose one that was a question.
“What did you use?”
“A field interrupter. Small enough to carry. It wasn’t connected to the trial equipment.”
