A task is a form of meditation. A quiet respected by Ailee and by the snores of a drugged cat as you work your way through the body, the trove of data it represents, and the subtlety of turning that trove into new resources. 

What breaks your meditation, then, is the changing world. The clink and clang of a…caravan perhaps? Nothing so grand as the armada of vehicles and beasts that had chased Sandrea. But following in the wake of a rock-breaking lizard are people. The people of the caves coming to explore a new tunnel that before had been hidden and now is widened enough to fit a beast pulling a cart. This too is a sort of lizard, but smaller than the one you and the cat encountered, with a heavier and more centrally set legs bred to pull a cart without being too skittish. Almost a mule of lizards. 

Behind it, a simple wooden cart, mostly empty save for a few sacks and a toolbox. And with it, six people. Two handling the lizard, and four marching behind. A small expedition. They are dressed for cave travel. Light animal hide clothing that covers the elbows and knees to avoid scrapes. Lights on their belts. Small computers on two of them from your scans. Not networked, devices for local analysis and notes with all the data they need stored on them for use when surrounded by rock. 

They stop once they all come into view. Unsure what to make of you. One of the ones in back steps forward, a young man who looks nervous but also like he is looking more at what everyone else expects of him than he is at you. “Hail…uh…traveler. Is this your kill?” He asks.