For a long while she wasn’t even sure who still had her—maybe the rat troopers had confiscated the crate for disposal or examination—but at last they stopped again and the lid was levered off, revealing the only two rodent faces she wanted to see. “It is not suitable for disembarkation,” the translator cautioned her. “However rejoice, for delivery is nigh.” “I am bloody glad to hear it,” Kay hissed back. “Your patience is appreciated,” she was told, which was so much like being put on hold by customer services that she mustered a chuckle.
