Punchy sees the question die in Carlos' face, and chooses to answer it, the bravado coming down for a moment of intent seriousness. Somberness. "Sometimes they leave the capped foo's in the Arena, even if they be getting revived."

He taps his arm again.

"Shit's so far beyond my time's caps I ain't even fussing guessing what's on it." A zettabyte? Punchy comes from a time when terrabytes were high-end deals. "No idea how to read it, though. Any of you kenning?"