The wind rose. Quell felt cold. Adan was mocking her, she thought. Maybe she deserved it. “If she’s a spy, she’s not an especially good one,” the interrogation droid said. The unit floated a short distance behind them. Both Quell and Adan turned. Its primary manipulator arm twitched and its photoreceptor was dilated. Then it seemed to steady. “Apologies,” it said. “My memory circuits are faulty. I was momentarily confused. Please continue.”
