“She came in and sniffed Teal’c to check him over, because he’s got a… thing in his chest.” Uryuu grimaced. “They didn’t twitch, they didn’t pull rifles on her; if they don’t know anything about Kabane, I bet they can’t guess about Kabaneri. But she acted weird – not weird for the mosquito, but weird for regular people – so that, they noticed.” He gave Ikoma a look askance. “You’re a steamsmith. Everybody knows steamsmiths are weird.”
“Thanks,” Ikoma said dryly. Shifted his shoulders, glancing uncomfortably at Kajika. “Am I that weird?”
Kajika stifled most of a giggle. “Just a little.” She huffed a breath, looking forward. “Though O’Neill’s people might have been distracted by something besides the Kabane.” She straightened her shoulders. “We should go over the first car.”
Okay, that he hadn’t expected. “In the rain?”
“Hell no,” Uryuu said, almost as fast. “Roof-jumping in this mess is too dangerous. Don’t give me that look. We’ve fought Kabane off a hayajiro in the rain before. Maybe Mumei could jump it; she’s been Kabaneri years, she knows what she’s doing. Your stray’s still working out how hard to hang onto people. Just look at O’Neill’s bruises. You try that in the rain, someone’s going to break bones.”
Ikoma grimaced, but didn’t argue. O’Neill was a grown man, with a lot more muscle and heavier bones than Kajika would ever have. If he ever had to grip onto her the way he had the strange bushi… she’d get hurt.
I don’t ever want to hurt her. She’s been through enough.
“But I think O’Neill’s people know something important,” Kajika insisted, leaning in. “They don’t know about Kabane, but what they said – they know how jet bullets could work. They call it the Monroh Effect.”