Jack spared her the trouble of answering.
“That big suit of yours will draw too much attention.” he said. “You’re gonna sit this one out, bud. Unless you want to come without the armour.”
Corovin tilted his head, thinking it over. “You would have me go defenseless into a war-zone?”
A disdainful sniff silenced him, and then the crowd parted again to make room for Telixa. She sauntered forward with an arrogant swagger, smacking Corovin’s shoulder. “You always were a big, lumbering oaf, Dagmath.”
Pacing a circle around him, she pressed a single finger to her lips. “What interests me, however,” she went on, “is why you want to come. You were never the self-sacrificing type.”
Corovin tried to track her, but his mechanized neck couldn’t turn as far as he would like. “My reasons are my own!”
