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."

"Aw!! I've been adopted."

"Wanted fugitive buddies!" he says, offering his closed robot fist for a fist bump.

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.

"Hah! Not wrong!"

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?"

"Decent! Why, is this ride to anywhere in particular?"

"I'd like to get to the port of Terminal as soon as possible."

"Ooooh. Gotcha. Then you want to go thataway." She points.

.... Yvette looks at Zash for confirmation.

"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."

"Wait. You're an actual plant engineer? Out here? In a car in the middle of the desert?? Ha! Sweet, okay, I'm down. So we're all walking paydays for people!"

"Six mil for me, probably about the same if not more for Yvette, how about you, how much do you think you fetch with the cult?"

"No idea, I wasn't ever on the money side of things. I don't think I'll pull as much as either of you but I'm not sure sure about that, you know?"

"Maybe if we all surrender ourselves and then pull off daring escapes we get to keep the money and the freedom. Hard to do without hurting people, though, and that bit is non-negotiable."

"It is?"

"Well, killing people, sometimes you do have to hurt them but I don't like to."

"..... kaaaaaay I'm going to pinky promise to do my very best to follow those preferences, but if I have to kill someone to keep squishy noncombatant safe I'm gonna."

"Let's just try to avoid getting into situations where that's necessary."