Jill Trelawney bit her lip. "The building I showed you."
"Where Paul Trelawney's locked up?"
"Yes. They call it a lab."
"Who are they?"
"Miguel and Paul."
"What kind of lab is it?" Dowland asked absently.
"I don't know. They're building something there. Some sort of a machine."
"Are your uncles scientists?"
"Yes." Her tone had begun to harden—a Freeholder lady rebuffing a non-Terran's prying.
Dowland said, "If we knew whether they had radiation suits in that lab...."