Sutton sat.
"Why didn't you answer our signals?" Davis asked.
"My set was broken," Sutton told him.
"Your ship has no identity."
"The rains washed it off," said Sutton, "and I had no paint."
"Rain doesn't wash off paint."
"Not Earth rain," said Sutton. "Where I was, it does."
"Your motors?" asked Davis. "We could pick up nothing from them."
"They weren't working," Sutton told him.
Davis' Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Weren't working. How did you navigate?"