Will laughs, turning his head to peer up at the tiny speck of a person perched on top of the teetering, three-legged monstrosity they're passing. It's belching black smoke, from its knees, but it seems mysteriously dense, falling straight down and settling somewhere below Will's sight line. He can't smell it, either. “You see that guy up there?” he asks, jerking a thumb up toward the pilot-speck. “That's me, usually.”