“That’s because it’s a mine!” Sarah felt like she was shouting, but she didn’t try lowering her volume. “All that stuff up there has to be made somehow! Maybe we can find somewhere further away…” There were piles of equipment not far from the elevator. Inspector’s helmets with headlamps and holes cut for ears. There were lots of other things, but Sarah didn’t know what much of them were, let alone how they worked. She tossed a helmet to Flurry, slipping one on herself. The light switched on of its own accord, brilliant enough to illuminate the gloom just beyond the conveyor.