Last spark from the ashes

Bryn definitely gives him a frown at that. A breather? What's that supposed to mean? What else would she be?

Still, it seems like he's quit eyeballing her and she relaxes just a little, shrugs at his query. "I think that's the last thing that's going to bother me now." She looks between him and Ghost, setting her jaw. "All right, then. Let's get out of here."

She strides between them, taking it as read that she's in the lead. Ghost looks apologetic at Jesse before he follows. She's too impatient to go far, anyway: she slows her pace as soon as they're out of the noise of the market-day crowd. Jesse gets a sideways look then. There's a certain trepidation beneath her curiosity, but she's determined to ask anyway: "What did you mean back there, when you called me a breather?"

"It's-"

"I'm not asking you, Ghost." Even knowing the AI is supposed to be her friend, it takes some bravado to give him a warning look. At least, that's the look she tries to shoot his way. She's not used to thinking of AIs as people you can backtalk.