The word has obviously gone out, not that I expected anything different from the Commander. Everyone gives us room.

It frustrates me that they treat Emi like he'll break at any second, and start massacring us all.

I know they have to be careful, and I wouldn't want anyone putting themselves in stupid danger. But... it frustrates me.

He looks considerably more relaxed when we exit the base, into a small plaza. Deserted, of course. I checked before we exited.

The communicator is small enough for a pocket, if he doesn't want to pin it to something. I... he's holding his hand out.

I tug him into a quick hug.