'All right, that's enough,' said the woman roughly, moving to face me. 'Let's have an understanding here, Ryker. You got neurachern, so do I. And this is a high-impact chassis. Lockheed-Mitoma test pilot specs. You can't damage me worth a jack. And I'll be happy to burn your guts out if you even look at me wrong. They don't care what state you're in where we're going. That clear, Ryker?'