“Quite quick on your feet for someone who couldn’t operate the card reader.” Did he know? Kate tried to seem embarrassed; it wasn’t a stretch. “Guns make me nervous.” “Then you’ll truly hate it here. Seems like everyone without a white coat is ‘packin’ heat.’” He said the last two words with an American accent. He swiped his card and pushed open a set of wide doors that might have divided sections of a hospital. “Guess they’ll be ready if the trees ever attack.” He snorted and muttered, “Bloody idiots.”
