Jax pinched the bridge of his nose. He was a scavenger, a mercenary, a survivor of the Waste. He had killed raiders with his bare hands. He had eaten radioactive lizards. But this? "Fine. How do we...?"
Jax grabbed the drive, shoving it into his pocket. He felt a strange heat in his cheeks—embarrassment, or perhaps gratitude. "Thanks. Uh, you weren't bad yourself." thot hib
"Hit the quan! Hit the quan!" an automated voice chanted. Jax pinched the bridge of his nose