"Yes." Archangel turned in the seat, the blade held before her. She knew Wheeler’s internal monitors were picking up visuals on her. The knife gleamed in her fist. "Fuchi will be down on this spot in seconds. Wheeler, I know you’re aware that I treasure you as a friend, but I swear by everything you hold holy that if you don’t pop that hatch and let me out, I’m going to unman you while you’re lying in the cocoon and let you worry about getting a transplant or a vatjob regrowth some time in the future." Wheeler didn’t respond.