“Actually, I just … heard it. Felt it. Fucking language.” Summer rubbed at her temple. “It was painful, that much I know, though I’m not at all sure which end the pain was at.” She shoved herself off the wall. “Do you know if your team caught the thing yet?”
Jack shrugged slightly. “Haven’t tried to look for my communicator yet. The Weevil knocked it clear off my head when it pounced.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another drink of water before his eyes started to scan the ground for it. “It’s silver, if you were considering helping look for it.”
“Were you here when it was knocked off? How big is it? Like an earbud, like a smartphone, like an ipod shuffle?” Even as Summer was spitting out the questions she was crouching, fingers played and hands skimming above the ground. Not that it made any real difference, but she felt like it helped somehow. A finder she was not.