James shivered, backing away from the stallion. She was already standing near the far wall, so it wasn't as though she had much room left. The whole cloud was only about fifty meters across, and she couldn't fly. The XE-201 could dock with a mobility-assistance exosuit, but she hadn't ever been trained to use them. James wasn't a soldier. "No," she said, forcing herself to look up into the stallion's face. "I live with Lightning Dust. I'm not leaving without her.” She was a little proud of just how coherent her words had been, and almost without an accent. Having Dust to copy had helped tremendously.