Much better. The coils of tension in her spine released, only slightly. "Thank you, Private. Make sure to say the phrase 'obsidian sky' to her to assure her you aren't the death squad. Leave by the west side, and you'll have cover."
Speaking of another gentleman lacks lessons in subtlety, she looked over as Howard approached. She hushed him to be able to hear her proto-agent's progress. "I am not the one stuck here for tours during this mess of a war," she pointed out. "The tech is working so far, what brings you out here? Did someone steal your blueprints again?"