Thumpertm

Before he could answer, ThumperTM shifted. One of its legs unfurled, slow and deliberate, and from a compartment in its chassis slid a cylindrical object—a thermal cache, the kind used to keep drill fluids from freezing. It nudged the cache toward them with the gentleness of a mother moving a sleeping infant.

Mira looked up. She smiled.

“Stay. Warm.”