Everly. Evelyn.
The names appeared on the proximity layer simultaneously, glowing faint blue against the dim grid.
Ethan's breath stalled for a brief fraction of a second before he corrected himself. Everly stood close enough that her shoulder nearly brushed his.
Evelyn was a step behind, steady and present. And yet the interface insisted that both of them were elsewhere, marked as nearby units at a measurable distance.
Everly noticed the change in his posture and raised an eyebrow. "What is it," she asked.
Ethan rotated the projection slightly so she could see. "The proximity layer is tagging you and Evelyn as separate blips," he said. "Not here. Nearby."
Everly stared at the display. Her expression shifted quickly, confusion giving way to focus.
"That means the system is not just mapping our immediate cluster," she said. "It is mapping registered signatures by name. Which suggests other signatures are matching ours."
