"What did you find on him that made you ask?"

"Case study. Haven't read it all through yet."

"...He's a Special, now?"

Tally nods.  "Last night they ambushed us with shock-sticks and took him.  They had Shay for a while, too, but then they dumped her in the river unconscious to get me off their tail."

"Poor Shay-la.  She's alright, though?"

"She's fine.  You don't have to look so happy about it."

"Aren't, uh, 'icy tricks' what you guys are all about?"

"Anyway.  Seems like the file might clue us in to how necessary a rescue might be."

"I mean, maybe, if it has startlingly up to date information, or I can just -" Surroundings of Fausto Vane.

Guy in metal restraints, looking pissed off.  Tattoos like Tally's.  A couple of people with - it's hard to tell at this scale, but it looks like normal faces - hanging around, maybe talking to him.  He's in a bed; they're in chairs.

"I'm inclined to rescue, since I don't wanna wake up all the poor stone-age guys in the middle of the night." Geography zoom, where's he at.

The coastlines continue to be not what Cam's used to, but, plausibly literally Portland?  Somewhere Portlandish at least.

Well, he knows how to get to Portland Approximately. Nyoom.

"Could I look over what you found on him?"

"The case study or the models?"

"The case study."

"What format you want it in?"

"...Paper?"

Paper.

"Thanks."  He starts flipping through it.

Tally positions herself behind him and reads from there.

Yeah why not, Cam will read it too.