Before Zoey could say it, Echo stood and said it for her. “Open the doors. We’re getting off.” “But you haven’t even touched your food,” said Wrexx. “Two women are in a closed space with you and demanding to leave. Demonstrate now, for the world: Will you comply with that demand, or will you keep them locked in, against their will, to gratify some fetish for exerting power?” They stared each other down for a moment, then Wrexx ordered the doors to open.
