A tail.
And like a scream-queen in some schlocky B-movie—she put her hands to her head and shrieked.
Everyone skidded to a halt on the smooth, yellow floor tiles, a motley crew of travelers gathered fearfully behind the handsome n***o clerk and his piercing shaman gaze. They all glared at her in terrified bewilderment. Clara Bonner came running in from the arcade, her hard shoes clicking along the floor. Her ship blew up in an electronic bang in the background.
Savanna stared past them through the window. The graceful, mighty legs and rippling dagger were gone. They’d crossed the entire length of the storefront in only two or three strides.
Her eyes shifted to the clerk’s. “There’s something out there,” she said hoarsely.
The clerk’s eyebrow perked up, like Mr. Spock’s. “Yes?”
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