Now:

     The second Skip's feet left the hover, he felt grateful he wore rags.

     There was no other way he'd be able to blend in.

     "Whoever came up with the idea that everyone has to wear rags on Rags Boulevard, anyway?" he asked.

     "I haven't got the time to go into that right now," Claudia replied. "Shut up."

     "So where is she? Where's Whisper?"

     "Wander around a little. I need to get a sense of the place."

​     "I'm sure seeing a lot of clubs."                                                                             "This is the Club District. What do you expect, peacock feathers?"

     "I'm feeling a little unprotected, is all."

     "You want a club? I'll buy you a club."

​     "What would I do with a club? Someone would just take it from me and beat my brains out with it."

     "Probably."

     "You want me to ask around about what happened with Whisper and Tika?"

     "Hell no. We don't want to draw any attention to ourselves whatsoever. Just...There."

     "What?"

     "I'm picking up traces of where Tika and Whisper went. "

​     "That meal back in the hover. That was delicious. I'm thinking, though, since we're in a merchant district right now, would a little treat, say something like a donut, be so out of the..."

     "Skip!"

​     "Just asking."

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