Sarah nodded. “That’s what I’m here for. Big speech, state of the surface, all that.” She looked around, rising and stretching her sore limbs. They had been dumped in something that looked frighteningly like a refuse pile. A mountain of various bits of organic debris sat not far away, with white fungus growing slowly around it. Every now and then a drone would arrive, bite off a huge chunk of the sinewy white growth, then carry it away. “You sure we aren’t in a trash compactor scene?” She looked down at her hooves, though there was no sea of garbage or guttural calls of some disgusting alien trapped with them. She was playing that role today, or maybe James.