“Has he seriously not figured it out by now?” Jonah mutters under his breath, still loud enough for me to hear even though he’s all the way at the other end of the table.

“It’s very rare for someone to call an emergency meeting, though,” Neera says. “The last time we had one was two years ago when Jonah tripped and hit the button.”

“Wait, you live here? And you’re expecting me to live here too?”

“I’m Harper,” she says. “I know that Silas already said that, but I wanted to introduce myself to you.”

Harper gives me a small smile and wave. Her golden armour matches her hair, both shining in the harsh light of the room.