"Fuck, that would be an operational security nightmare. You're safe from dealing with Fyedlet on the way out, and Alaric, too, for that matter. You'll have a tech--probably Aymad. I might also send Gerae, because the man remembers every word he hears, if I can figure out who's fit to babysit him."

Sasha turns her teacup in her hands. She wants more jam. Possibly she should find calories that aren't jam. "The team meeting is going to be a mess, because I need data, and we're all from different times, so I have to ask everyone. I need you to bear in mind two things. First, our fundamental responsibility is to keep the moth alive and report back to Ashari. Second, our resources are fucking strange. If you need something in order to get a job done, ask for it; you can't assume a tool doesn't exist just because it didn't exist in your time. Got it?"