Exit Strategy (The Murderbot Diaries, #4)

by Martha Wells

The upside was paranoid attention to detail. The downside was also paranoid attention to detail.)

I could do a shop. I’d done shops (one shop) before. No problem.

“I’m not going to kill him,” I said, and dumped him on the couch. “I know what I’m fucking doing.”

I didn’t have time to verbalize it to myself, let alone tell her what I was doing—and wrapped an arm around her waist. She knotted her hands in my jacket and buried her head against my shoulder. I folded my free arm over her head.

I braced myself and made the ultimate sacrifice. “Uh, you can hug me if you need to.”

It would have been hilarious if I wasn’t about to die. It was still a little hilarious.

That was Gurathin. I don’t like him. “I don’t like you.” “I know.” He sounded like he thought it was funny. “That is not funny.” “I’m going to mark your cognition level at fifty-five percent.” “Fuck you.”