        As she moved into camp, she became even more confused.  The blue structure looked almost identical to what Bucky Fuller had called a domehouse, but it was made out of fabric, with a second layer pulled taut overtop of the whole thing.  She looked at it closely, but it was like no fabric she had ever seen.  The weave was incredibly tight, and what rain was getting through the trees just beaded up and rolled off of it.  She sniffed at it.  It smelled like Dale, with a few other scents she couldn’t place.