Drones can meander through the palace and try to squash the remaining demons.

The demons are annoyingly persistent at trying to eat Cam's drones even when they're seriously damaged, but once they're squashed enough, they just...disappear into nothing. 

They're also REALLY stupid and it wouldn't be that hard to corrall them into now-empty rooms with the temptation of a tasty drone snack, leaving corridors clear for long enough that the remaining trapped people can make it out - at least, if Cam can somehow convince them it's safe to try to bolt. 

Well, the ones in the tungsten sphere don't seem to be getting very far, so he's not actually that worried about the barricaded people once he's corralled and squashed all the loose monsters. He does pick up the tungsten sphere and loft it into a decaying sunward orbit once he has a bit of spare attention.

Jisa is BORED and keeps trying to sneak peeks at Cam's screen. 

Back at the hospital near the palace, where sleepy disgruntled Healers are looking after the wounded, a man arrives at a sprint, incredibly out of breath. When he flips back his hood, it's apparent that he's the same man as the agent previously writing letters and worrying back at the inn. His expression is one of baffled horror as he starts questioning the Healers and gets a description of what just happened. 

The nearest spy drone is so quiet and unobtrusive in this here eave.

Okay, that seems to be dealt with! The drones are recording and will yell if any more weird shit happens.

"Video games?" he inquires of Jisa. "Do you like puzzles more, or running around pretending to fight enemies, or exploring?"

Jisa lights up. "I wanna fight enemies! With fireballs!" 

This is around when there's a polite knock on the door. "Cam?" 

Cam plops a VR visor on Jisa's head; she will discover how to throw fireballs if she moves her hands. "Tran! Hi! What's up?"

This is amaaaaaaaaaazing!!!! Jisa is so excited!!! 

Tran nudges the door open. "Well, we've got your volunteer. Kilchas would absolutely love to go, he's headed over now. ...Er, is everything all right?" He's frowning at Cam's screen, trying to get a better look at it. 

The screen blanks. "That's rude," he tells Tran mildly. "Everything's under control. I would be happy to have Kilchas along up on the station."

"Sorry, I just - I thought I saw someone I recognized..." Tran looks so self-conscious. "Sorry." 

"No harm done."

Tran clears his throat. Looks around the room. “Does here work fine to do the switch? I wasn’t sure how much, um, clear floorspace you would need.”

"Here's fine. As soon as Kilchas comes I can give him a circle and instructions and Jisa can send me back without even necessarily interrupting her game."

"He'll be here in a couple minutes, he just wanted to pack a few things so he can leave straight from here with you. What game did you give Jisa, by the way? She sure seems to like it." 

Jisa is delightedly bouncing around, bopping at the air with her arms and making fwoosh fireball noises. 

"It's called Welcome, Wizard - which means approximately 'welcome, mage' - and it is a textless adventure game popular among new daeva who do not know how language or VR works yet and it is rated low objectionability so I figured it would be fine for her age."

"I'm a little worried we'll never get her to stop playing it now! Also, that's a fascinating concept - I wonder if something like it could be useful for training Heralds..." 

"I have no idea! Video games are good at training some skills and games about other skills just train totally unrelated game-specific skills that don't translate at all."

"Huh. Well, seems worth maybe thinking about more - though I guess we'd better let you feed everyone first before we worry about that." 

Tran spends the next minute pacing, either deep in thought or having a Mindspeech conversation (or both). Then he abruptly steps out into the hall. "Kilchas! Over here." 

Kilchas is a wizened-looking man with stringy grey hair, several scars on his face, and a noticeable limp. He beams at Cam, revealing a few missing teeth. "I hear we're going up to space! You've just got to tell me what to do, with the circle or something...?" 

"That's right! - did you have a runner-up, I don't specifically expect any issues but you do look like you might be in a risky age range?"

"Hey, there, I'm not that much past fifty. Just...lived hard, you know." A vague gesture at his bad leg. "There's another Herald who can be a backup but she wasn't exactly excited about the idea."