Light bobbed wisely. “Rather you than me. This new suit is great, I just…can’t part with that much money right now.”

Ruk grabbed the jug of water and poured the entire thing in and around her mouth with one swift motion. When Senjen left to go look inside, she pulled a compact syringe gun from her knapsack along with a shot of yellow gel. Shaking lightly, she loaded it up and pushed the contents into her arm. Light looked on curiously.

“Ah, yeah. That’s good.” She sniffed, smoothing down feathers as Senjen reemerged with more water for cleaning.

“So what’s the job?” She asked, sitting patiently as the Utaysi fussed about her.

“Again, we uh…we probably shouldn’t say.” Light countered tentatively.

“Come on! Put me out of my misery.” Ruk let loose a hoarse chuckle.