“Alright, Flurry Heart.” Sarah kept one hoof up, ready to cancel any orders summoning the car if they came. None did. The Forerunner hadn’t protested yet, or tried to get her back on-course. This is stupid. I’m trying not to make myself obvious. They’re expecting me to help load bullets or something. But that sounded like a job better suited for drones. And anyway, this alien was the prettiest one she’d seen so far. And also wasn’t leaving anything to the imagination.