Lyra grinned, setting her phone down on the counter with a soft click. "That depends. How fast are you?"
The guy smirked, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. "Fast enough."
Riven raised an eyebrow, her expression somewhere between skeptical and amused. "Fast enough is a pretty vague answer. We need specifics if you want us to take you seriously."
The guy shrugged, his hands still in his pockets. "Alright, alright. I can get from one end of Waython Hollow to the other in about three minutes if I push it. I've dodged plasma fire before, outrun security drones, and I've never been caught when I needed to disappear. Good enough?"
Lyra tilted her head, considering. "It's a start. Now tell us your name."
The guy straightened slightly, his smirk turning into something that might have been an attempt at charm. "Veylan," he said, his tone smooth. "Veylan Kross."
Veylan Kross?
