I think of Barlia and her weapons and I’m starting to realize that cheery Chelsea, my brother’s mate, is the exception rather than the rule. Most of these poor creatures are downtrodden and afraid. They’re here to recuperate and live in safety, and so I swallow my pride and report that I’m taking a welding job to the local authorities, and I spend the next week making a sealed underground bunker beneath the human barracks, as requested by a human female named Bee who seems to help the new females acclimate to their surroundings.
