Okay. Licking the ground. That had to win some sort of 'most random' award, Fortescue thought, as she watched him tap his device to his palm. She was tempted to ask about that, too, but she restrained herself in light of his comment and his studying of their surroundings.

"What's strange? ...other than everything," she added, as Jazz leaped from her shoulders to roll around in the dirt. She watched him with a sigh, knowing there would now be a bath in his future. He wasn't going to sleep in the bed like that. And Jazz hated baths with a passion, though at least he only flailed instead of scratching her. When he scratched, they both felt it.