Page 48 of The Diamond Thief
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And I get it. She’s talking so she can figure out where she is, how to get out. I slide the cover over the console.
“Let’s retire to the living quarters,” I say.
“All right. I hope you have food in this tomb, because I’m starving.”
“That can be arranged.”
We head out of the control room and into the main living area.
I don’t know everything I want to know yet, particularly the location of my swords. But the day is long. The night longer. I have ways of persuading her that will work so much better outside that cage.
And it looks like I’m cooking tonight.
