We settled into the back seat. Mute took the passenger seat, which put his eyes on the rearview mirror and the mirror on us, which I noted and chose not to make a thing of.
Sherry and I were shoulder to shoulder in the back. The car was small enough that there was no version of this that involved personal space.
"Why are you telling me this now?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
"Because you're the leader, Bram."
"Nobody said that."
"It didn't need to be said." She kept her voice even. "I didn't want us to get there and have someone bleeding in front of me that I can't help."
She was right. Mr Kim had specifically requested two healers. He had built Mira's extraction around that. And he had zero healers. He just didn't know it yet.
"How does Miss Brown not know?" I asked. "She's telepathic."
"One way," Sherry said. "She can send. She can't receive. She projects but she can't read."
"And how do you know that?"
