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Clatclit came lumbering into the chamber, and paused to survey the remnants of our meal. He pointed to me, then to Snow, then made the palms-down outward gesture and looked questioningly.
"Yeah," I said. "We're finished, Clatclit. Thanks."
He nodded, then beckoned to me, and pointed toward the tunneled gloom beyond the archway.
"Come with you?" I said. "Come where?"
He pointed down.
"Downstairs?" I asked.
Furious glare.
It was nearly impossible to think, with Snow sitting right there across from me, but luckily my memory came through with what that gesture had meant the last time he'd used it.
"Mars?" I said softly.