I nodded acknowledgement, but my focus was elsewhere. As I judged that enough bugs had caught the foam on one pane of their individual pieces of glass, I directed them to carry the glass down to Dragon. As I positioned the bugs, the glass stuck to lenses, vents of hot air, vents where air was rushing in, and the smaller joints near segmented areas.
Oh yeah, vents! Of course, blocking those off could cause some major trouble for Dragon.
Dragon didn’t seem to notice or care.
So far. Maybe when things start overheating.
“Can she see me?” Imp asked.
Who are you?
Tattletale started to speak, but stopped when one of the streams changed direction to spray closer to us, forcing us to retreat in a hurry.
Whoop.
Also, whether Dragon can see Imp is a very good question, because we don’t know whether her power affects sensors and we don’t know whether it affects people who are far away.
I’m somewhat coming around to the idea that Dragon might actually be inside there, but there’s no way in hell I’m trusting that yet.
I glanced at the gift shop. Would it be a good idea to retreat in there? The walls were glass, which was both good and bad in that both Dragon and our group could break through it. The problem was that we risked being trapped if we headed in there.
Screw the risk, go get some souvenirs.
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