Re: RyCorp: Checking on Harry
“I don’t hear anyone coming.” Perry used the word “hear” in this case, because people understood that easiest, but it wasn’t really hearing. It was more feeling, the way he thought maybe hearing-impaired people felt music. Vibrations, even the smallest and lightest caused by footsteps or voices, that was what Perry could hear with his feet on ceilings and his hands on walls. “He’s hooked up to a monitor. Your thing isn’t going to interfere with it, right?” His tone made it sound like he was pretty sure she’d already thought of that, and he was just checking.
Gently, Perry started working on the vent, pulling a magnetic screwdriver out of his pocket and prying at the cover. As he did so he said, “Okay, yeah. Muss the bed up.” This time there was begrudging humor in his voice. Finally the framed slats came free and he had it in his fingers, and with nary a sound, he slid all the way into the room and dropped down in a three-point landing, knees bent.
Scanner in his hand, he moved warily around the edge of the bed to look anxiously into Harry’s face. He looked around for a clipboard or medical documentation too, without much hope that they’d leave something that lying around for him to see. “Scanning now.”