But Neph persisted.
“What do we do after that?” he asked, and once again our eyes met. This time, I was the one who looked down.
“I think we oughta go for the next nearest pickup point,” I said, before lifting my eyes again. “Maybe we can outdistance that drop ship. We all saw how slow it was going.”
“I think that is the best chance we have, given the limitations we’ve self-imposed on ourselves,” said Al, weirding me out once again with how she could shift so smoothly between her calm, computerized robotic self and the emotionally-developing, mostly-innocent girl that was her other self. Equal halves of one unified whole, I guess. Probably the best way for her to cope with all this violence and tension, too, without blowing out the robot half and psychologically destroying
