Without the people from Pakistan’s Tribal Areas to narrate the visual evidence, one wouldn’t necessarily know what one was looking at in the photos or videos of the aftermath of drone attacks. To tell their stories, they had moved through a territory pockmarked by bombs and checkpoints and drones and troops and fighters, but to those sitting in Islamabad or New York or London, these things signified that the territory was “wild” and its people therefore probably faithless. The doubt was unequally distributed, and the judgment was always made against the backdrop of a relentless distrust. A bitter pill: they endured the containment zone, but their experiences of it rendered the testimonies of their experiences unstable. As they were made mute, the forensic experts were called in to make objects speak.