Side-to-side motion of the head.
"Something like Mars. The Ancients!"
Brisk nods.
Snow got to her feet, apprehensive.
"It's all right," I said. "Remember. So far, they want me alive. I don't have to worry unless they think up a scheme that doesn't need me."
"No, Jery, I'm coming with you!" she said, clutching my arm. Those smooth little fingers bit in like dull teeth. She must have been better at sports than her pupil, Ted.
"Snow, the way I see it, this is going to be dangerous."
Her fists went to her hips. "And by what omniscience are you certain that I'll be safe back here?" she queried.
She had me there. The sugarfeet were being buddies at the moment. However, a quick change of plan, and Snow might end up vaporized, gnawed, or just left to starve in this devious labyrinth.
"Okay, come along," I sighed. "But hold my hand."