ZAIN LEANED AGAINST THE wall, staying out of the way. The hall was packed for the Hottest Games of the Year panel, and anyone who was anyone in game design was on that stage. Andrea sat sandwiched in the middle of seven men who'd proceeded to play keep-the-mic-away from her over the last hour. It was the most disgusting example of chauvinism he'd seen at the con yet, but from Andrea's account, it wasn't the worst.
Panels weren't typically Zain's thing, which was the only reason he could think of for why he hadn't picked up on the petty bullshit earlier. He just didn't understand it. Sure, the GamerGate idiots could explain until they were blue in the face how women were ruining the industry, but it didn't make one iota of sense to Zain. Now, if they were talking women in the forward ranks
