While the gardens here are not designed to be mazes, they do a creditable job of it, and Ivan has a head start and longer legs.

When Miles catches up, Ivan is with an unbubbled haut-chair, its back to Miles, and Ivan is looking at its occupant confused and fascinated and suspicious and enamored in equal measure. The ba is gone already.

A white-robed arm lifts to spray something in Ivan's face, and when Ivan collapses prone across the lady's lap, the bubble snaps back up and zooms away.