(Rebecca's POV)
Eric finds me at my workstation at six.
I'm deep in the K-9's terrain mapping code — the sensor calibration is off by three degrees on uneven surfaces, which means the dog drifts left on gravel — and I don't hear him until he's standing right behind me.
"When's the last time you ate?"
I look up. The lab is empty. Everyone else went home hours ago. The lights have shifted to the dim evening setting that nobody adjusted because — well.
"I had coffee at two."
"Coffee isn't food, Rebecca."
"It is if you add enough oat milk."
Eric leans against the edge of my desk. "We haven't visited Luke in a long time. He's in town this week. I made a reservation for three."
Luke. Professor Luke. The man who paced behind us in the lab muttering about our wiring. Who called us crazy u
