“Two hours to safe minimum distance!”
The cheery AI chimed in happily to tell me that my day was still three levels deep in a zakranian sewer and getting deeper.
“Just let me have the nutribar.” I growled.
“Might I remind you of the perils of deviating from your prescribed dietary regimen, even in times of stress?” the AI was very concerned with my health.
Despite the fact that I had just had a Trakar bouncer toss me from the local bar for “irritating” my lead on my case.
I could still feel the hood ornament from the Alaren HyTrans that had been helpfully parked out front.
Might be able to get some print tags from it out if my right kidney.
Heh.
Could be your forté