Chapter 37: Knowledge is Pain, Power, and Purpose
“What’s that on your face?” Brianna asked, cocking her head.
“Lipstick,” Will replied. “The ladies of The Flotilla sensed weakness and swarmed me. Like Genshur fish smelling blood.”
“That is true,” Loth said, nodding.
“Black lipstick?” Bri asked, bemused. “I thought you dove into a pile of coal or something.”
“It’s a Floor specialty, actually,” Carrie said. “They sell a bunch in town for cheap, if you wanna check it out later.”
Brianna nodded, lips pursed in consideration.
“So, what are your plans?” Will asked.
“There’s an office of the bussing agency in town,” Brianna said. “I’m going to hitch a ride up to the Seventh Floor, since they’re still under contract to get me there.”
Will’s brows rose. “I would’ve thought that, since you’re basically declared dead, you could just…” Will made a ‘wind’ sound and waved his hand.