The two drones, however, were far easier to pinpoint. One was facing the wall and snoozing on her side with her back against a panted leg, while the second drone had managed to find her way into the biped’s lap where she had curled up to doze with a wide smile. Judging from the free hand gently stroking her back chitin, Burrow took a guess that the drones weren’t the source of his friend’s discomfort. 