"She's a born mechanic, such as never existed. It's about time one appeared in the human race. We've worked with machines long enough to evolve someone who understands them without having to study and learn. I'm that way myself, a little. Nothing like her." They all knew that. Even on Earth they were probably busy revising their intelligence ratings. "That doesn't change our problem--her problem." Jordan hesitated. "The idea's pretty vague but we've made one advance: we know she can think." "We always did," said Anti. "Sure, we did. But doctors and psychologists weren't convinced and they were the ones who were studying her. Now it's up to us." There was a difference. No matter what they'd thought, previously they'd been patients, and it was axiomatic that the patient's ideas were largely ignored. Now they had stepped into a dual role, patient and doctor, subject and experimenter, the eye at the microscope and the object on the slide. They all had second-hand medical training--with long association some of it had rubbed off on them. There wasn't one of them who didn't know his own body far better than the average man. That knowledge, subjective though it was, could be pooled. Fortunately they had a well equipped hospital to work with. "We'll have to get busy on Nona," continued Jordan. "Where are we going? She knows but we don't. There's got to be some way to find out." It hadn't mattered before--it was enough that they were leaving. But once they had achieved that, new problems were thrusting up every direction they looked. "What do you suggest?" asked Docchi. "An oscillograph," said Jordan triumphantly. Docchi shook his head. "No good. She's been around them often enough to show an interest if she really feels any." "Maybe she could learn to write, actually, on the screen." "She hasn't changed and I doubt if her interests have. From what we know she doesn't use words; she thinks directly in terms of mechanical function. The gravity computer was the first thing she found complex enough to arouse her interest." "But she's always been near the computer." "That's not so. She came here years ago and though there was a computer in the ship that brought her she wasn't mature enough to use it. Since then she's been kept away from the main computers the same as the rest of us have been." Jordan leaned on his hands and rocked thoughtfully. "She learned all that during the few hours we were on the ship?"