[ Gansey moves seamlessly, following Adam's lead. The streets don't seem to matter. Nothing here is home, anyway. His mind is still stuck on the idea of a forcefield.

Adam can make a forcefield. The way he says it isn't speculative, and Gansey knows Adam. He wouldn't say it like that if he wasn't sure, which means he's tested it. A frown populates Gansey's face. ]

I don't know. Perhaps that's not how it works, perhaps you have to come through the Porter to get them. That's my working theory, that it happens in transit, and that would exclude the people here already.

Adam.

[ Gansey touches his wrist, wanting his attention. His eyes are very focused. ]

The forcefield. Show me?