[Ishu]

November 29th, Chicago; Base.

One of her brows quirked and she scoffed, talking to him over her shoulder without glancing over as she was too busy watching all of the pricks scramble. "Just keep paying me and I'll make sure they can defend themselves for once." She bit out another piece of the apple and tossed away the core as she chewed, both hands on her hips.

She knew he was blind, as did everyone else, but it was never a forethought. If anything, she'd always forgotten about it and, even when she looked at his face, she didn't see the glaze. She knew it was there, she wasn't blind like him or ignorant like some newbie who just came in through the tunnels, she just didn't recognize it. To her, he was not a cripple.