Delay tactics

“Diapers.” I blinked. “Even if I had some, I don’t think they’d work so well for a human.”

The girl made a face and said, “Guess so. What’s in the carrier?”

If I could keep her talking long enough, I might get some backup. Dangit, the side of my face felt hot and tingly. Probably first-degree burns. Where the heck did she get that blaster?

“Dinner. Though, again, I’m not sure it’d be anything you’d be interested in.”

“You had milk.”

“That’s for my cat.”

Her eyes grew large and very, very round. “You have a cat?”

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