You underestimated your sidecar: Marduk fits in there neat as a hivecell, with room enough for her knees and her lusus to sit nice and comfy. Or maybe you just overestimated Marduk's size. You forget that she's a tiny fucker, barely bigger than Pheres.

Olives tend to be bigger.. or, at least the ones that you've fought. Maybe she's a perfectly normal size for jades, though. Who the fuck knows? There's only like, what, a hundred of 'em.

Sappho must be the leggy seadweller in the robe. She gives a wave when you look at her, flashing fangs that look sharp enough to shred stone. You grin back.

"Haha, really? Sweet. Give her my number." That's the only good thing about being nookdeep in highblood territory: most of them prefer the hassle of floatation devices in the canals over paying a psirunner, and so the roads are mostly clear when you pull off.

Something about the off-hand comment hits you, though, and you wrinkle your nose, resisting the urge to bluh. "Wait, fuck. You're seven. Is she seven?"

"'cause if so, don't give her my number, gross. I don't fuck pupas."