Myka arched her burning eyebrows. "Oh? What's the story behind that, I'd like to know."
"We can always talk," Geoffrey said a little edgily. "But we can't always find an empty tankette."
"Quite right, lad," The Barbarian said. "I saw some vehicles parked over that way."
"Those belong to the nobles. There ought to be some captured ones of yours somewhere around here."
"With plenty of guards on them. No, thanks."
"That didn't trouble you earlier."
"Myka, as you may have noticed, is more than a tank. This time the prize isn't worth it. I'd rather just slip over to where I can get transportation for the choosing."
"Not with my help."
The Barbarian looked at him and grunted. He seemed oddly disappointed. "I would have bet the other way," he muttered. Then the shaggy head rose, and he circled Myka's waist with one arm. "All right, I'll do it without your help."
"Is Myka trained to drive a tankette and fight at the same time?"