She shakes her head, measuring how quickly she does it. This song and dance has become a staple of their peculiar friendship, and Jane sometimes wishes she didn't have to guard herself so carefully with Luther. It causes a rift that he doesn't even know about but that she feels yawning out between them like a black chasm.

"No, I haven't."

Jane lies.

"I expect they were rounded up quickly, once it was made clear what was happening," she adds somberly. "Do they have any idea what made it start up again?"