Thurlow opened his eyes with the puzzled, questioning look he always showed on the rare occasions when he seemed to be aware of anything.
"Jensen!"
"Here."
"Jarman!"
"Here!" Tex called back, his voice muffled and hollow through the tube.
Matt said, "Dodson present," then wet his lips and hesitated.
"Dahlquiist!"
Oscar was about to reply when Thurlow's voice came from behind them: "I answer for him."
"Martin!" Matt went on mechanically, too startled to stop,
"I answer for him," said Oscar, his eyes on Thurlow.