“Sure,” Sarah said, trying to stand as casually as she could. At least this drone wasn’t pointing a gun at her. And no military police had arrived either. Did that mean she wasn’t really in trouble? Or was it only that the Forerunner didn’t want anyone to be around when it killed her? Beneath that cheap plastic shell was enough mechanical strength to break rocks with sledgehammers and lift hundreds of kilograms of cargo. Her little pony body probably wouldn’t stand much of a chance. “What’s up?”