“She’s probably using a spark-gap transmitter,” Mogyla said, hunched over the screen. “She’s bleeding across half the spectrum. Lots of electricity… she must care about talking to you.” He seemed annoyed to have so many people crowding his sacred space—Olivia had come to listen, and Lightning Dust as well. A few others in Othar knew what she was doing, but she hadn’t wanted the whole room packed full. Too many voices would only have made it harder for her to figure out what she was going to say.