"It's like a little picture people draw with keyboard text to express emotion," Saturday says absently. One of the drones is gesturing to the two empty seats at the front of the table. The other grabs her arm.

"Hey - HEY!"

It's dragging her over now, able to do so mostly because Saturday is in a state of shock. She sits - is sat - and the drone points again, urgently, at the paper in front of her.

"I.. you want me to answer the questions?"

Nod nod.

"But - why?"

Shake shake.

"The fuck?"

Frown. Shake shake SHAKE.

Saturday looks at her companion, utterly bewildered.

"Uh - should we?"

She doesn't exactly fancy their chances in a straight fight, but she's willing if the new girl is.