CHAPTER 7
The crunch of breaking plastic caught George’s attention, and he took his eyes off his screen to look over at Seething Magma and Ash Tremor at their own computers. The tables were just a human convenience—each rock-wight adjusted her form to make manipulation of the keyboard and mouse convenient and neither needed a chair. Their senses were diffused around their bodies, and George had been wondering how well they could see the screens, but they didn’t seem to have any difficulty.
Now he understood why Mariah had set them up with monitors and keyboards rather than simple laptops. Ash Tremor’s keyboard had shattered and her pseudopods were frozen over it in a moment of embarrassment.
George smothered a smile and walked over to the supplies stashed on the shelves along the walls.
