“So she’s piloting that thing, then?” Imp asked. “My power works on her?”
It should, unless her seeing you through digital sensors makes a difference.
“We can’t be sure,” Tattletale spoke, “Don’t risk it.”
Huh. That’s not something you hear from Tattle every day.
Dragon advanced another step, circling our relative cover from the window to spray inches closer to us. The way it was piling up, there would be no way to go over it, and the route we had available for going around the far end of it was rapidly closing.
Ah, right. Might be a good time to exit the gift shop, then, before you no longer can.
We were getting hemmed in, our backs to the wall by the window.
“Imp!” Tattletale shouted, “No!”
She’s risking it, isn’t she.
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