"Why?" Skater demanded. "Because of all the biz that went down a few months ago? Drek, how long am I going to owe that to you? Because if it’s going to be awhile, let’s agree on a price and let me pay it. I don’t need this drek." Archangel’s features softened and a sheen filled her eyes. "Fraggit, Jack, it’s not because of what happened a few months go. That has nothing to do with it. It would make as much sense for any one of us to figure out who had saved whose hoop last on a run. That’s all history. What I’m looking at is going on right now."