"She's tracking your phone, estúpido, it's not creepazoid at all," Miguel replied, the grin obvious in his voice as he shoved a couple of the bagels Gabe had devoured when he'd been brought there before into a bag. "And you can get a Lyla pretty easily, because we have a number of spare data cores and projectors. Do you want a copy of Lyla herself, or would you like one of the basic stupid holoagents that Xina's been nowhere near?"
He left the apartment, closed the door behind him and headed towards his brother.