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Do. Plenty more where that came from. I'll make a gauze one if I have to.

[His rover, though. They're an odd little bunch, all broken in their own way. One of the beds was empty from the start, and another of the tenants, Baird, is almost never there; right now, he's in the med tent, which Simon can only hope is adequately defended. But the others...]

I think we manage well enough. It's a bit like a seesaw. Fire and ice with me in the middle. Plus we've wound up with guests.

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That sounds hazardous. What guests though? People who aren't assigned there but rushed in?

[Well, it did say something like that on Gliese's announcement, right?]

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Pretty much. I think Pilot wound up in the wrong rover by mistake. There's also an Annie here, who I don't know. 322, by the look of it.

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I see. All of mine are the ones who were assigned here.

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Then you know they're all safe. Within reason.