I tucked the batteries into my pack and tried not to think about the fact that I had just, in about ninety seconds, identified the next industry I was going to import from a dead world to a living one.
Mira would weep with joy. I had already mentally drafted the patent application.
We slipped into a side alley, and Zero ducked into a doorway and came out three seconds later holding two clean shirts and a pair of pants that I had absolutely watched her not pay for.
"Zero."
"What."
"You stole those," I said, even though I already knew it was true.
"I borrowed them with no plan to return," she said, smiling innocently.
I rolled my eyes. "That's the definition of stealing."
"Lukas, sweetheart, I just spent enough credits on cloaks and water purification to feed a family for a month. We are fine. They were stretched out on a line behind a building, and the people inside were in the middle of an argument about a rooster."
"...Fair enough."
