Didi follows the gunslinger, pulls him back. Her quick search of the machine shop turned up the only disguise she can offer him. In the turning dark spinning toward morning, she observes her handiwork and shrugs. The long coat only comes to his knees, the hat floppy and barely shading the blue of his glowing eyes. But, at least he's not so obvious and, if he only does up the top two buttons of his coat, his g*n is easily reachable.
"Does this make you happy, Didi?" He watches her with his servos whirring in the quiet early morning.
She sighs and tosses her hands. "It's the best we can do for now," she says. "Pip, point the way."
The crow chitters a moment. "That direction, if my kind can be trusted." His beak rises and falls deeper into the city. "According to the murder, we're heading
