"No shit."
Wilma hurriedly clasped her hands over her mouth after realizing her sarcasm had slipped out. That wasn't appropriate whether she looked at the conversation or her relationship with Ackster.
But Ackster's soft chuckle eased Wilma's hands down to her lap again, and she smiled uneasily. She wasn't sure what to say. She would have apologized if Ackster hadn't chuckled. Now that he had, she didn't know what to do.
Fortunately, she didn't need to say anything. Ackster continued talking.
"You noticed how The Hero changed, right?"
Wilma nodded.
