Scott again cursed that his senses couldn't keep up. His body never could. He was trained to think fast though and turned around quickly. "Hello yourself."

"It makes me sick sometimes. Nothing wrong with being greedy, invisible hand and all that, but just outright looting places? That's messed up."

He looked around. "Hey, maybe later, after they do the whole 'debreifing' jazz... maybe you and I compare some notes?"