Newly dressed in well-fitting coveralls, Myriad listened to the clerk who was excitedly going on about the tracking node and connected tablet she’d been given alongside the other gear and equipment. She was tempted to continue talking to him about the technology involved, but that probably wasn’t what Aln wanted to hear over spanreed.
We’ve been given uniforms, lights, harnesses, and tracking devices, she wrote in the notebook instead once the man had gone, then eyed the little node she was supposed to pin onto herself. It made her feel trapped, claustrophobic - she would have to stay in the same body for this to track her, which she hadn’t anticipated and didn’t like. Fixing it reluctantly to the collar of her coveralls, she glared at it.