"The tech in this place..." She paused, trying to find the most eloquent way to put it. "...sucks. Sucks balls, in fact. We lack even the most basic means to create synthetic compounds that would be even remotely useful. As it is, glass is pretty rare. I'd say about ninety five percent of what we have is scavenged. There's some chick in town who can reshape it, but that's about it."

She paused. Then held up her wrist. "Except for this shit." She glared at the black device around her arm, like a cuff chaining her to something.

To this place, for all she fucking knew.

"We can't get them off. Can't open them up to see what's inside. They're probably tracking us."