[Espy]

Dante sprinted a few paces; Lev's height granted him an advantage in terms of walking speed, and the bounty hunter was already skittish on sand and gravel. He focused: the outline of the APC was barely visible. Was he really that tired from the pressure? He ran ahead and through the hatch ("Just me, Jeanne,"), but not before yelling back, "How the hell should I know? I wasn't the bastard who invited her in the first place. Hell, why am I even with you fools?"