"See, you get it. That was sort of the idea, that the invading forces, the Droussae, would basically capture it and use its, uh, emissions, for a power source. But the Decarian Felis is an endangered species universally, and it's supposed to settle where it likes and not be disturbed. The Icelandic settlers were totally fine with that," Martha noted, making sure he was aware. "So we had to stay up all night waiting for the Droussae to turn up, drinking and telling stories, and it was absolutely freezing."

She paused, grinning, and winked at him. "As far as I know, the Felis is still there."