“You are?”

“Yeah, I mean, I figure he’s one of us, right?”

Sprite sat up. Her face and yellow jumpsuit were smudged with grease, and her dark hair was cropped a short, practical length. She was great at her job; she could make junk dance. But Turtle was taken aback.

Not only was he surprised to hear Sprite associating Randal with their group, he was surprised to hear Sprite associating herself with their group. After Randal, Sprite was the newest member to join their team of darts, and she had never before expressed any sort of team loyalty or identification.