"Watch it, you piece of—" she ducked as another drone swooped overhead. "I swear these things get worse every day."
"Are you sure you're ok?" Morrigan asked, pulling Siobhán away from a group of students racing past on hover-boards.
"I'm sure," Siobhán reached up to scratch at her head bandages, her right eye and entire right arm similarly wrapped. "It's just these things are kinda itchy."
"Well, why don't you be careful next time."
"I had no choice, ok?" Siobhán stumbled, steadying herself against a shop window. The glass rippled with neural-ad patterns, reacting to her touch. "I was trying to save Tanaka and my ass from that mech."