"Whether I have or haven't hardly matters," she said, pulling herself up onto a barrel and peeking into the warehouse they were stacked against. There didn't seem to be any Sentry inside.

"I wouldn't be here searching for information if my queries were satisfied when that rusted behemoth returned."

She was hopping down from the stack of crates just as the Sentry was looking up from her Yimo. But Alice seemed to be leaving.

"Give me the alias you go by on this device. I can send the photographs I took aboard."