I hand her a Bluetooth and instruct her on how to use it, sighing when she asks if her henchmen can have one, too. She claims they’ll get worried if they can’t hear what’s happening. “You know they can’t all come, right?” I remind her. She twists her lips and nods. “Mortis and Jackal are gonna come this time. So only they need one.” I indulge her and hand over two more, which she promptly passes to empty air, the devices dropping to the ground. I’ll have to pick those up when she’s not looking.
