Nova rolled her eyes, clearly less than thrilled by his protest. Though as much as she needed a distraction from her other worries right now, she couldn’t argue against his reasoning.
“Alright, fine. We’ll do this later. But as soon as we get the chance I’m getting that interview. Half the reason I agreed to join in this suicidal space quest was to pick your brain and get some answers. Not to mention the fact that I lost a leg fighting to rescue you from your own island. So you owe me, fretkarl!”
Honeycomb stepped forward, nudging herself into the conversation.
“Are we positive the Quintessons can’t follow us here? I mean, I’m sure you guys know more than me. But from everything I’ve heard it feels like there isn’t really much they can’t do, including maybe following us here.”