[The navigation is repeated, then; more deliberate, a point made of moving her hand away to show the screen in full between presses. An afterimage lingers: Yuri’s had to stop, slow down like this before, let someone catch up. A specific instance thereof, nil.

[Swipe the thought. The map is blue. “Allies” cluster together, or so it appears. Yuri couldn’t guess which she and the the device’s owner are.]

It’s sophisticated tracking for sure. My guess is that it’s connected to our devices in their own rights; that sort of technology isn’t unheard of. [Her phone is still in her pocket. She hasn’t tried leaving it behind yet—hasn’t dared.] Outside, I can’t say....

[That grip again. Pricks over her shoulder, dripping down her neck. Yuri knows fear.

[Smoothly as she can manage, she pulls back; it’s all in his hands, now.]

I don’t recognize those. [A nod to his gear. He offered a return.]