The governor leads Linyabel into an unused cabin. When he opens his mouth to speak, she again touches Miles's lips and dials up the permitted sound permeability of her bubble.

"Can you keep him under control chemically, or must we have some guards?" Kety asks.

"Chemically," replies Linyabel. "I will need," she invents, "synergine and fast-penta. Including a patch to check for induced allergies, as I doubt you want him dead here."

"Clarium?" asks Kety.

...Linyabel doesn't know that one. She glances at Miles.