“Hey, Sentorr?” “What?” He's abrupt, but not in a rude way, I don't think. He sounds distracted. Like I'm breaking his concentration. “What's a spur?” It's utterly quiet on the bridge. So quiet, I wonder if I've said something offensive. Then I hear Sentorr take in a deep, deep breath, so loud I can hear him suck in air. “I am not going to answer that,” he says in the stiffest voice I've ever heard.
