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"For sure. Someone has to stop me from blowing up Inferno." She tilted her head back, addressing the party in the viewing room. "He can come with,...
"A boat," Lark agreed.
"Hm. Perhaps."
"Am I eloquent?"
"Will you come with?"
Rowan set down the suitcase. "What do we do now?" "I gotta put you on a boat," Lark said decisively.
"I am," Aubrey interjected.
"Am I speaking your language? I am, right?"
"Should I try using it, or should I wait?"
(To Lark's lab?)
"Like mother, like son."
He laughed slightly. "In my ears, you're speaking it."
She looked over at him, still looking nervous. "That was... a lot. Now what?"
(Zoop?)
"He gets it from you."
He frowned, glancing back at her. "We have different numbers, I suppose."
She looked down, her brow furrowing nervously.
"Good. That's all that matters."
"He's a true artist."
"One, two, three?"
