"I don't have any four million year grudge matches going on," Val said with a shrug. "The worst thing you guys do to me is underestimate me." Which was totally fine by her. More room to work unimpeded, mua ha ha and other noises of Machiavellian satisfaction.

"Anyway, I'll fab you up a new leg, but it's kinda low on my priority list, since it's not a life-threatening injury." She pulled her datapad out from under her arm--still no augmented reality controls, speaking of priority lists--and made a note to that effect.