“Things would have been much simpler if you’d just told us that.”
“Can you please just fetch Christa?” Dad asked. “Without any attacking or locking in rooms? We’ll happily wait back out there in the hallway.” He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder.
“No need,” Tattooed Guy said. “You can stand right where you are. We’ll send a message to—”
“Actually,” Bald Guy said, looking down at a commscreen in his hand, “she says it’s cool. You can meet her in the beach rec room.” He looked at Ridley and added, “She says you know where that is.”
Ridley glanced up and around for any sign of a camera. “She’s watching us, isn’t she.”
“Yes. She doesn’t always have time, but tonight, yes. She’s watching.”
“Great,” Dad said, and Ridley couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. “You know where to go?”
