"Oh? There are more awakened hunting out here?"
The voice carried easily over the dunes, almost friendly at first hearing, which somehow made it worse.
Neo did not answer right away. He kept both blades low at his sides and studied the man near the ruin floor. Tall, lean, wrapped in desert colors that let him sit naturally against the place without disappearing into it. His clothes had too much sand on them to be new and too little damage to belong to someone careless. His face held a faint smile, the sort that looked polite until it stayed there a little longer than it should have.
The second figure stood a short distance behind him and still had not moved.
Alice shifted her footing in the sand and kept the axe ready. "You here alone?"
