“We don’t know that,” Aisha said.
“It’s a pretty good educated guess, I think. I know you want to be useful, but we can make more use of you if you’re with us, going up against someone like Mannequin or Shatterbird, who are far less likely to be able to see you. Help us defend ourselves.”
Yeah, fair enough.
I’m not sure Mannequin isn’t covered by the same arguments, though. I don’t think he’s perceiving the world through touch and certainly not sight, and hearing doesn’t seem to be the only thing he’s got.
(I’m still partial to my theory that he’s perceiving the world through the sorts of sensors that would be involved in biospheres, such as temperature and humidity. He might be able to sense Aisha’s heat signature.)
“This sucks!”
“Imp,” Grue said, as he glanced at the others at the table and frowned, “We’re in the company of our employers and our peers. Let’s stay professional and discuss this after.”
Aisha: “Y’know, Professionalism is my middle name.”
Brian: “No, it’s not.”
Aisha: “Aisha Professionalism Laborn.”
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