Didi surges to her feet, scowl pulling all of her facial muscles into spasm it's so tight. "Hang on a titch," she says, interrupting the end of their little production. "There's a matter to be settled."

Gammitt turns, casual like, and looks down his long nose at her, pale eyes cold and calculating. "That being?"

"My payment." Didi feels small in the tall man's shadow, though she knows she has GS and Bo behind her, Pip perched on the cyborg's shoulder. She's hardly ...