Oxney took a step back and surveyed him. “I am having trouble placing you, Doomsday. Are you a smuggler or a secretary?” “I had an unusual upbringing,” Luke admitted. “And I tend to be quite, uh—” “Cocksure?” Oxney suggested. “Confident, perhaps.” “Overbearing?” “Helpful. Competent. Invaluable.” “And unquestionably modest,” Oxney concluded,
