Mercer can't understand at first why he's feeling that uncomfortable, jangling incongruence of too many distances crammed into too small a space again. It wasn't there a second ago, it shouldn't be there, not if --

And then he looks at Nita.

And he gapes, soundlessly, in a wordless oh.

He gets the impression that if he squinted hard enough, concentrated just that much harder, he'd see grey eyes there. Mercer pulls himself to his feet.