"Maybe she's processin' it faster?" Hardison suggested. "It might take more time or more...whatever...to affect you." He peered at his phone again and shook his head. "This is just weird. Okay, so check it--there's always somethin' in the air. Radio waves, wi-fi, TV signals, text messages...all the millions of ways folks communicate with one another over the whole damn planet, right? I should be gettin' feeds in a hundred damn languages--Baltimore's not a major communication hub, but it's big enough an' DC ain't more'n an hour away. An' yet..." He waved his phone around in the air. "Nothin'! Not a damn thing! I mean, okay, it ain't dead, but it's barely a fraction of what should be there. An' it's all...local."