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“Great. What are my options?”
“Close the stall.”
“Not happening. The people there depend on having access to food. Cutting them off with no warning would be cruel and stupid. So, are these guys thugs or do they have enhanced abilities?”
Nosey frowned. “They are thugs.”
“Nice. I can deal with thugs.”
He frowned. “How? You are so weak you can barely carry groceries.”
“That was just for the audience. After my pigmentation, I got a little stronger.”
His eyes narrowed. “How much stronger?”
She stepped toward him, bent, wrapped an arm behind his knees, and straightened. “That much stronger. I can lift over four times my body weight and have taken combat courses.”
He paused. “You can put me down.”
She leaned down and let him go.
He cocked his head. “Is that strength on record?”
“No, it developed with weightlifting. That is a natural evolution and not required to be reported.”
He looked at her. “You are into technicalities?”
“I don’t like to go over the line. Citizen or not, I don’t want to push things.”
He smiled. “Very wise. Do you know my name yet?”
“Uh, no. Haven’t had time to do that yet. I made you a nickname, but I doubt you would enjoy it.”
“What is it?”
“Nosey.”
He blinked and chuckled. “Fair. I do want to know more about you.”
“See? Not wrong.”
“Hazor.”
“What?”
“That is my name. Grandson of Vecchin, son of the overseer of Siloven.”
“Oh. Fancy.”
He looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Are you now going to think of me as fancy?”
She grinned. “You are catching on, Hazor.”
“You know, I have the right to claim any compatible female on this world.”
“Great. I was tested. I was not compatible at registration.” She smirked.
“Have you been assessed since?”
