While Kit is having his meal at the mess hall, a certain... presence hovers gently over his shoulder. It honestly starts out looking like little more than a soap bubble, its mirror finish reflecting Kit's face back to him, a giant, flimsy fish-eye lens. But then it begins to bounce and glide this way and that insistently, pulsing and flickering and silently buzzing like a pesky gnat, just barely holding on to tangibility with every faint pulse.

Hurry up and finish, Kit. Or else this thing will start buzzing faster, in more dizzying circles, until you choose to get up and follow its lead.