Looking at their threadbare clothes and indoor garments—some of which were clearly undersized—Cassius raised an eyebrow, visibly puzzled.
His eyes swept over the group, lingering momentarily on Sela, who, to his evident discomfort, appeared to be wearing little more than an undershirt.
His expression turned vaguely disturbed.
"Why are you all dressed like that?"
"Circumstances,"
Sela replied flatly as she, too, found a reasonably clean slab of concrete to plop down on.
Cassius, still looking mildly thrown off, reached into his coat and retrieved his pistol. Without a word, he handed it to Lugh.
"Be careful,"
He warned, his voice level.
"I know,"
Lugh replied, taking the weapon.
He felt the weight of it in his palm, brows knitting together slightly.
"I haven't seen this design before."
Cassius leaned back against the wall.
"Oh, that's because it's a working prototype. It'll soon be issued to all active personnel."
Then he paused, frowning.
