“I’m sure.” James walked slowly around the glass panel, until she found the little cable-connector plugged into the projector at the base. She bent down with her mouth and yanked it out, and the image vanished. Of course, there were dozens of others, one in almost every area of the room where a person might be. But she could show that this one at least wasn’t harmful. “But we can’t get distracted talking about this right now. We have to get your implant.”