"Not since before I buggered up me ankle," Kate allows, after running her memory back. "But it'd been a couple days of neither comin' to eat dinner."

Which, in of itself, isn't odd. The midday meals are hardly compulsory, either to work, to supply, or to eat, and it's not unusual for people to skip a day or two here or there. Particularly loners, particularly if they can handle themselves.

"General Hux is the redheaded gentleman, with the red clothes." Like mine. "I didn't catch the name of his companion. Kyle somethin'?"

The names are important, suddenly.

If they have just upped and vanished.