“File download at twenty percent.”
Halea’s announcement had cut across what her father had been going to say so he tried again. “How do you know it’s an information storage unit?”
“Because it’s the wrong shape for an operant system.” She kept her eyes on her gear’s readings. “Which means it’s relatively safe to this. Some of the units in this exhibition would be trying to kill me right now.”
“Kill you?” Her father sounded nervous.
“Oh, this one won’t, unless I do something stupid, but if you’re worried you can go back behind the safety cordon. Download at fifty percent!”
“Safety cordon?” He looked around.
“Them with the staves.”