        He would have to figure out if there was a way to tell them to move their bubble.  Maybe they could make it completely transparent, or something.  He was isolated enough that he had a little warning before anyone showed up, but they might want to re-think their location in the future.  He’d have to bring a map, maybe show them better coordinates.  A familiar dread began creeping in.  At some point—maybe the next time they met—he would have to teach her the word for danger.  He glanced back at the weapons.  Maybe they would do for teaching purposes, if she left them here.