They've been doing their own patrols, too, but there's less work to get done with the silo complete, the bomb off, and everything a lot quieter now. They look up from their notebook, resting on one knee for them to write in, and give Kuai a wan little smile.

At the very least they can all enjoy the first sun they've had in a year and a half, weak or not.

"Trying to decide," they answer. "What to do next."