He handed it over without a word, without hesitation. He stared, his concern growing by the second, trying to understand why Bariyan's quiet, his distraction, was different. It took conscious discipline to keep still and let Bariyan do what he had wished to. Don't interrupt.

Yet the moment Bariyan's eyes lifted away from the screen, Martin couldn't keep quiet.

"Bariyan," he straightened up, reaching and putting a hand on his knee. "Is something happening?"