Didi heads for the nearest rail depot on foot, forgetting in her determination she has a quicker way to go. But, when the gunslinger fails to offer a ride even after her mind tells her he could carry her, she spins to find he's not followed.
Instead, he watches her from twenty feet away, immobile and quiet.
"What?" They have to get out of here, if only to escape the stench of decay and the crisped flesh of Putter's fallen body.
"What does the chip do, Didi?" He watches her with those glowing blue eye slits, making her uncomfortable.
"I don't know." And she might not tell him if she did. Not from the way he's staring at her like that.
"I see." He hesitates, though she's sure this time it's not his damaged systems working around the issue. "You do realize it could be for a weapon." He t
