"How far, mon?" Maelcum helped him from the sputtering cart as an integral extinguisher exploded in the thing’s engine compartment, gouts of yellow powder squirting from louvers and service points. The Braun tumbled from the back of the seat and hobbled off across the imitation sand, dragging one useless limb behind it. "You mus’ walk, mon." Maelcum took the deck and construct, slinging the shock cords over his shoulder.