Zash the Stampede is taking a nap while Yvette Marlowe drives. Not all is right with the world but at least it's not terribly wrong, right now.
.... she has the urge to grumble about that, because if she's going to be wanted she would like to be wanted on her own merits, damn it. But also: that would be dumb, and she should not want to be wanted at all. Grumble.
"You know, you'd think that would matter a lot, but this isn't even the first time my name's been on the news and yet I still run into people sufficiently uninformed they don't know about it. And usually the ones who do know about it go, like,"
"'Aah! Help! Zash the Stampede! The Human Typhoon! Get away!'"
He gesticulates wildly in fake terror (though not interfering with Yvette's driving) as he says it.
"A wanted criminal??? I'm in the car with The Human Typhoon??? Aaa! I, a completely uninvolved civilian with no combat experience whatsoever am doomed! Doomed!!!"
Zash cracks up. "I, like, her," he says in between bouts of laughter and lack of breath. "Can we, keep her?"
"If she's not psychotic and will keep the delicate noncombatant in the car from becoming riddled with holes or squished or something, by the apparent assassin cult after her, sure, fine."
Fist bump!
"Technically speaking I'm not wanted by any actual government entities but otherwise YEAH!"
"Governments are just gangs that got enough territory they can pretend to be the good guys," he says with a shrug.
They seem to have bonded quickly. This is confusing and strange and she misses her guide that put things into context and made the world seem like something she could maybe navigate instead of way too big and crazy for her. (Too bad she got him killed.)
Well, if the strange ex-assassin is now going to be in her car for some reason, she might as well pull her weight. And her gigantic cross's weight, too.
"Hey, how good are you at navigation?"
"Looks about right!
"So what is the situation in Terminal, anyway?" He turns to look at Morgan to add the context of, "We're planning to help a plant not die."
"Thought the gig would be stealing them but, yeah, sure, if you know how to do that then why not, right."
Yvette does, in fact, change the car's direction to go where pointed, because it's not like she has much better of an idea. She was mostly right.
"So there's a sand steamer that'll arrive there around then. It is the one with the plant, not the town. It makes a living going from place to place and making what they need and selling it elsewhere. And, uh, also transporting rich people to where they want to go, it also does that."
To Morgan: "Rumours of my crimes towards plants have been greatly exaggerated and/or were entirely fabricated."
To Yvette: "The ship has only one plant?"
"Yep. It constantly wants plant engineers to come look at her, it's gone through... a few." Wince. "Technically speaking, they wanted to hire me, I got a look at their itinerary. The idea was to go take them up on that offer, but, you know, from this side."