"We can talk on the way back to Manticore all you want," he said. "I know what you're trying to do, you're trying to make me disoriented enough to make a mistake. Even you learned to do that before '09, Max. Talk all you want, but I'm taking you back to base."
He pressed the Glock against the side of her head, as if to get his point across. Of course it wasn't going to do much good, but so far she didn't seem to know he was bluffing about the gun right now. He didn't understand why she was talking at him like that, like she actually understood him; he wasn't used to hearing females, whether X5's or Ordinaries, talk softly. No, he was more used to getting barked orders or, in the case of Renfro...well, she had a special way of talking that made his blood run cold. His fear of Renfro was far outweighing whatever effect Max was having on him right now.