The two sat in moody silence for a while. "Are you all right?" the girl asked finally.
"Still stiff," he answered. "You should know what that's like."
"I do. You and your toy handcuffs. They only wanted me; Thorsan thought I knew he killed Feyjak. He was afraid I might give him away. They had to drag you along on account of your silly handcuffs. If you hadn't split my lip, I could laugh at you. They're going to kill us, you know."
"Yes, I heard him say that."
"What are we going to do? Any ideas?"
"Not so far. How about you?"
"Nothing definite. I still have the benzedrine tablets I swiped. They didn't find 'em when they searched me. I'll split with you. If we take it before they come for us, we may get a chance to make a break. It'll counteract the paralysis drug if they're counting on that to make us dead pigeons while they haul us around."
Her hand found his in the dark and thrust six pellets into his open palm. Her fingers were wet and sticky.
"You're bleeding."
"It's nothing serious. That bracelet of yours cut my arm when they chiselled it off."