“It didn’t at the time. This hand is kind of a new addition.” She paused and stared hard at one corner of the alcove, as if trying to see through the wall.
Maybe she had X-ray vision. Now that he could find some good uses for.
“Let me guess,” Thorne said. “Breaking and entering?”
After a long silence of examining the retracting mechanism, the girl wrinkled her nose. “Two counts of treason, if you must know. And resisting arrest, and unlawful use of bioelectricity. Oh, and illegal immigration, but honestly, I think that’s a little excessive.”
He squinted at the back of her head, a twitch developing in his left eye. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen.”
The screwdriver in her finger began to spin again. Thorne waited until there was a lull in the grinding. “What’s your name?”
“Cinder,” she said, followed by another swell of noise.
When it died down: “I’m Captain Carswell Thorne. But usually people just call me—”
More grinding.
“Thorne. Or Captain. Or Captain Thorne.”
Without responding, she wriggled her hand back into the alcove. It seemed like she was trying to twist something, but it must not have budged, as a second later she sat back and huffed with frustration.
“I can see that you’re in need of an accomplice,” Thorne said, straightening his jumpsuit. “And lucky for you, I happen to be a criminal mastermind.”
She glowered at him. “Go away.”
“That’s a difficult request in this situation.”
She sighed and dusted the flecks of white plastic from her screwdriver.
“What are you going to do when you get out?” he asked.
She turned back to the wall. The grinding persisted for a while before she paused to roll her neck, working out a crick. “The most direct route out of the city is north.”
“Oh, my naive little convict. Don’t you think that’s what they’ll be expecting you to do?”
She jabbed the screwdriver into the alcove. “Would you please stop distracting me?”
“I’m just saying we might be able to help each other.”
“Leave me alone.”
“I have a ship.”
Her gaze darted to him for only a beat—a look of warning.
“A spaceship.”
“A spaceship,” she drawled.
“She could have us halfway to the stars in less than two minutes, and she’s just outside the city limits. Easy to get to. What do you say?”
“I say if you don’t stop talking and let me work, we won’t be getting halfway to anywhere.”
“Point taken,” Thorne said, holding up his hands in surrender. “You just think it over in that pretty head of yours.”
She tensed, but kept working.