“An hour, more or less. She’s okay, then?”
“She’ll be in good shape if the lung doesn’t collapse again soon.”
As a wave of relief swept through Jade, she suddenly realized what had been going on here. “Wait a minute. I thought Restaapa didn’t have any sophisticated technology. Where’d you get that little computer—and a reference on human anatomy?”
The medic remained unflustered. “A team of medical researchers came here last year, most of them Terrans, to investigate why the introduction of out-of-season foods proved so lethal to Restaals, and they brought with them a great deal of paraphernalia and informational equipment that did not, somehow, manage to leave with them when they departed.”
“Because you stole it.” Jade was not so much accusing as stating a fact.
“Some illusions are mo
