"...Where, exactly, did it land?" Dinadan's voice asks worriedly as Tris wedges the screwdriver back into the vent. "Do I want to know? I can't see from this angle."
Tris deposited the screwdriver on the table, then looked back up at the vent and cooed. Dinadan responded with another order in Katarthan, and she leaped off the table and into flight, clinging to the vent with her feet just as a minute figure wriggled through the slats and grabbed hold on one of her legs. She took flight again, returning to the table to deposit Dinadan next to his fallen screwdriver.
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