Blaze nods. "Out around Mars. They look sorta like turtles, but they're built like rhinos in high pressure armor."

"Extremely unpleasant people. And terrible neighbors."

"Yeah." Blaze hums cheerfully, remembering the encounter even while she answers Verity's question. "We were trying to figure out a present for the Warmind- he's this ancient AI who lives up in Russia, more or less. The word is he's got a taste for Tchaikovsky and he's been dormant for centuries. So we figured he might be interested in any performances by the City's musicians. You know, hearing what kind of spin they put on it."