“Hey,” Wayne said, pulling up on his other side, but then twisting his neck to look at the people in the ship behind them. “Marasi, I think that pilot fellow fancies you.” “Thank you,” Marasi said, “for lending us your brilliant powers of observation, Wayne.” “That could be useful politically,” Steris noted. “Please,” Marasi said. “He’s practically a child compared to me. And don’t you snicker.” “I wouldn’t dare,” Wax said, eyes ahead. He didn’t miss how reverently Marasi carried the mask, however.
