Thea trots behind them, glancing carefully to make sure their escorts aren't following. Kreb skitters alongside them to the other side of the trees and then starts poking his claws at some flowers, snipping off the tops of them with delight, enjoying just interacting with the environment.

Jaime sits down on one of the benches, as Thea keeps guard, looking around the park carefully.

"You," she says to Kreb, "no shouting anything during this conversation."

Jaime's body language is awkward and self conscious, shoulders shrugging as he sits there.

"So, you know how I talked about my armor?" Jaime says. "Blah blah blah, alien technology?"