Her voice is an offhand mauve, blooming faintly affectionate red at the edges.
The fluid complexity of foreshortened language always moves him.
He is warm enough, comfortable, not alone.
His second self passes a mile away, fleeing mutant squirrels. Proximity fizzes across his mind.
What to do about Ricthyon 4? Convince Ace the engines are dangerous. She can help him Br’er Rabbit their way to the distortion source. Now, how to get arrested?
She plays mother at his nod. “You ever been to Columbia, Professor?”
Sometimes he cannot follow her thought processes at all.