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“Don’t need ‘em. I’ve never danced, and I’m not going to start now.” Noir was distracted, completely. He seemed almost desperate.
Is he afraid of losing someone else?
Peter started to say something, but the detective had moved on, scanning the streets and rooftops. Ham put the cork back in and prayed that the guy was right, following just behind him, ready for a possible fight. His senses were on high alert, weak as they were in a human body. He put a hand to his mask and felt his nose through his mask. It was so weird and pointy-yet-snub. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and jumped as he saw a small figure spinning in a circle, arms outstretched, singing with the passion of Lil’ Orphan Annie.
A notably black-haired schoolgirl-skirted girl, with a futuristic robot. Bingo.