Something cold and wet dripped down the back of her neck, ran under her armor and trickled down her spine. She shivered. “Ew ew ew ew ew!” She started hurrying down the steps, unwilling to be dripped on any further. “Don’t rush,” Steel Lotus said. “You might fall.” “Shut up,” Toshiko said. “You’re made of metal. You don’t care. But water dripping down on me is just… argh!” She kept imagining the drips weren’t water, but little monsters; slithering things like wires, but alive.

