"Yes, it... It must be," Joanna agrees, slowly shaking her head as she stares at the numbers. "We didn't even use that notation for... a year or so later? It took a while for us to realize... how the world had changed..."

But that era's exactly what this quiet reminds her of. The times when the jungles went still, no animal sounds filling the trees, as all of nature held its breath in anticipation of the next movement of the war. Her own breath stutters, as decades old habit tries to reassert itself.