Both Palamedes and Camilla watch Jade as he talks, neither of them reacting to his outlandish tale. When he offers to help, they look at one another, and a silent conversation seems to take place—a lift of an eyebrow here, a pursing of the lips there, until they seem to come to some kind of agreement.

“Very well,” says Palamedes. “Camilla, would you mind walking him through what we know.”

Cam jerks her head at Jade and walks back to the chamber with its glass wall. “We’re looking for keys,” she says, voice clipped and businesslike. “Presumably, to open one of the many locked doors in the floors above. The door,” he gestures at the door in the window, “doesn’t open by any obvious mechanism.” The she points at the door in the side wall. “We haven’t been through there yet.”