The overreaction earns an amused tip of the helmet. But this user's glitches are still not the priority, and Rinzler opts to show before telling. Motes of light drift up around the point of contact, forming shapes—footprints—before fading out to null.

"Scanning."

The tracks rise and vanish, new to old as he scrolls through the available traces. The bursts of light are uniformly user-white, but none small enough to be a child. Eventually, the last flicker dies away.

No matches.