Out of the corner of my eye I see something like a leather-covered wall coming up on my flank. "It’s chill," I tell Box quickly, stepping back out of striking range of Ranger. As coolly as I can manage, I crack the baton tip against the ferrocrete wall of the ops room to release the ferrules, then collapse it and slip it back into my pocket. Hands nice and visibly empty, I turn back to Blake. "You were saying?" I ask.