"I built that projection I hit you with myself," she said, hugging her knees up beneath her chin. "It’s for muggers, you know? I just happened to have it on me, and I threw it at you ‘cause I thought it was so funny, you trying to sell me that shit little Indojavanese programmer." She hunched forward and held out her hand again. "Look here." Deke cringed. "No, no, it’s okay, I swear it, this is different." She opened her hand.