Maya cursed again and winced. "Ugh, that stings. Seriously though—next time tell me before you're about to pour something that painful on me. And for that matter, before you do something shocking enough to make me fall off a rock."
Vincent was thoroughly chastised. If he had thought to call her on the walkie talkie first, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. He had been so preoccupied with his plans that he hadn't thought about her side of the equation at all.
"I'm sorry, Maya," he said penitently as he gently placed the gauze pad on her cut and taped both sides of it on.
She scowled at him. "You better be. How many of those things are there, anyway?"
"Five hundred."
"What does anybody need five hundred robots for?!"
