They came out into the real and the last red lights on Olli’s board guttered and died. She waited for the emergency lamps to flicker on, but one of those red indicators had apparently been telling her about the death of that system, too. “Kit?” she asked. A leaden grey glow slowly built from nearby. The screens built into Kit’s shield arms and back, the ones he used for paid advertising, were now repurposed as feeble lamps. “Attempts at damage diagnostics are being hampered by damage to the damage diagnostic systems,” came the clipped voice of his translator.
