I BOOTED MYSELF MENTALLY WHILE following Ignatius.

Curse my glass face! It seemed he might have picked up on my earlier-err-intentions.

Just keep it appropriately friendly, I thought, you'll be fine.

I edged my way down the steep slope while he strode ahead, knowing if I tried to copy his walk I'd fall on my face. He reached the outlook where the other Lieutenants stood and they all turned to look while I scooted down the hillside, not quite on my backside but ...