“Maker’s bits, Scarlett…Not that you don’t have an appreciative audience back here at base, but if you’re going to give us a view like that, maybe a little warning? Dariel just dropped a mug of hot caff all over me, I think he’s short-circuited something in my suit.” “Just doing my bit for morale,” Scarlett purrs, smug as can be. “I mean, normally I wouldn’t complain,” Fin adds. “I’ll give you something to complain about,” Cat mutters.
