"I did it!" James said, as they walked through the open doors to Dust's quiet home. "I can't believe I actually did it..." It was a pity she didn't have a replacement computation surface yet. She would have plenty to write about this adventure, plenty that she might forget. The Forerunner would expect her to come back with knowledge of the language they could use to fulfill their mission—it probably wouldn't expect her to come back with an intimate knowledge of alien flight as well. I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't done it.