Forerunner’s response took a moment, and Olivia could feel every bit of its computational array momentarily turned to her. Her mind was poorly suited for understanding what he was thinking about, but at least she could see that he was thinking. “I have something that may be useful to you, though I have no way of delivering it. A device based on the anti-magic artifact you recovered from that slaver. I have been experimenting with the design since then.”