“I’m going to go take samples and scans. You are going to try to sell this route to a mining company, right?” “Sure.” Em sounded distracted, noncommittal. Gyre’s skin prickled in a mix of frustration and unease that was becoming too familiar, like a pinch in a bad pair of boots, rubbing a blister into her flesh. If you’re not going to sell it, what the hell am I doing down here?
