I stared at the screen for a moment, genuinely surprised by the jumper's sudden message. It was a rare occurrence for that hot-headed fool to actually act in my best interest without a mountain of complaints first. Perhaps the chaos of the day had finally knocked some sense into him.
[I've already kicked her out of my chariot,] I sent back. I leaned over the side of the railing, extending my head just enough to catch a glimpse of the ground below.
Down in the dust of the city street, Hilary was throwing a literal tantrum. She was bouncing her spear against the shimmering hull of my chariot, each strike echoing with a metallic clang, only to be effortlessly rebuffed by the reinforced energy shield. She looked like a persistent insect trying to sting a mountain.
[Don't let her in until I come back,] the jumper replied.
