"Why are you being nice?"
"Human decency," he said. As an afterthought, he added, "and curiosity. What are you going to make for Seer?"
Nothing, provided Derek gets here, she thought. What she said was, "I pretty much have to have all the parts before I can be precise."
Walker and Doug nodded. The right side of Walker's face twitched rapidly, like a surprised grimace. The expression was unnatural, and Nell assumed it was some kind of tic until Walker touched his face, cringed, groaned, and put his helmet back on.
Derek's here, Nell rejoiced. But Seer's not. The Afterdark's gonna be pissed.
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The mind was just out of The Afterdark's reach. Trying to take it over was like trying to yell at someone who was only just too far away to hear everything one said. He got vague impressions of what the man--for the mind belonged to someone who identified himself as such--was seeing and feeling.
The mind was in the presence of what he thought of as a 'reliable' and an 'unreliable.' The reliable was a man in a helmet, a man who preferred to carry bandages and needles over guns. A man that the mind respected and trusted.
The unreliable was a girl with white lines on her face. That was the mind's impression, the aspect of her that interested him at the moment that Derek peeked in his head. He had also noticed the girl's gaunt features and her attentive green-teal eyes. The mind absolutely did not consider the unreliable to be a threat.
"Human decency," he said. As an afterthought, he added, "and curiosity. What are you going to make for Seer?"
Nothing, provided Derek gets here, she thought. What she said was, "I pretty much have to have all the parts before I can be precise."
Walker and Doug nodded. The right side of Walker's face twitched rapidly, like a surprised grimace. The expression was unnatural, and Nell assumed it was some kind of tic until Walker touched his face, cringed, groaned, and put his helmet back on.
Derek's here, Nell rejoiced. But Seer's not. The Afterdark's gonna be pissed.
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The mind was just out of The Afterdark's reach. Trying to take it over was like trying to yell at someone who was only just too far away to hear everything one said. He got vague impressions of what the man--for the mind belonged to someone who identified himself as such--was seeing and feeling.
The mind was in the presence of what he thought of as a 'reliable' and an 'unreliable.' The reliable was a man in a helmet, a man who preferred to carry bandages and needles over guns. A man that the mind respected and trusted.
The unreliable was a girl with white lines on her face. That was the mind's impression, the aspect of her that interested him at the moment that Derek peeked in his head. He had also noticed the girl's gaunt features and her attentive green-teal eyes. The mind absolutely did not consider the unreliable to be a threat.
