Olivia frowned down at her computation surface, pulling it a little closer so she could flip through a few things. There on one of the deeper pages was the information she was looking for—the list of resources they were carrying. She skimmed it quickly enough to be certain of her answer. “Forerunner, why don’t you tell us what you’re actually planning?” She looked across the table, smiling weakly at him. “I know you by now,” and more than that, I know Qingzhi. But she didn’t say that part.