She pretended long enough to lift the book from her saddlebags, opening it to expose the tablet inside. She scrolled to the satellite images of wrecked cities all over the ring. Sadly, she still didn’t know how to get video recordings off the space-suit, assuming it had even taken any. But the Forerunner’s satellites had excellent cameras. The destruction was so widespread there were plenty of them taken—many more photos than could fit on this little computation surface’s local storage.