“mm.” [ a hum of acknowledgment, pulling her communicator from her belt and messing with it as he spoke, trying to pinpoint which direction she last caught the energy signature. ] “just three. do you know if he has his hands on any of them already?” ++

. . . [ she had other reasons for getting these emeralds. of course, nothing she felt like sharing with jet. but still, relatively important, she’d say. huffing, she grabbed jet’s wrist, pulling him slightly toward the exit. ] “i’ll determine what your help is worth.” ++

[ she only gave a “hmf,” not dignifying that comment with a response. she didn’t consider herself to be aligned with one label. she didn’t what she had to, and that was it. ] “ah, so you 𝘥𝘰 know more.” [ he’d alluded to it before, trying to be mysterious, but now he directly+