"The infirmary'll have something, I'll bet," Liam said, leaning down to scrounge through the burned-out robot parts for anything useful, like power cells for his own laser pistol. "But whoever armed this place probably figured that'd keep out most of the riff-raff." Yes, he just used the phrase 'riff-raff'. Shut up.

"You know who'd love this?" he asked, standing back up after he'd tucked away everything useful he could pick off the remains of the sentry robot. "Your sister." So many traps!