Zhi snickered, the sound dry and hissing. Yet, she listened, and listened closely; her memory was honed from constant use and the dedication of a young woman who took her jobs seriously, no matter how many times she managed to fuck things over. She had a good memory. She would remember what he read.
The Duskwight comment took her off guard, and her eyebrows knit together in consternation for a moment before she smoothed it over with another snicker. "Aye," she said. "Where t'deliver, an' then ye can get out."
The Duskwight comment took her off guard, and her eyebrows knit together in consternation for a moment before she smoothed it over with another snicker. "Aye," she said. "Where t'deliver, an' then ye can get out."
