She's led away by the same pair of women, considers running. But this place is a warren of corridors, a mess of people and doorways and staircases. She could flee, but she's pretty sure doing so might lead to worse than just being held until the Underlord's people come.
Besides, why run? This is what she wanted, isn't it? To find the Underlord and trade the chip for her father. Perfect. Mind you, she doesn't have the gunslinger to guard her back, or Pip to watch over her shoulder. It's just Didi and the tiny, gold sliver of tech in her secret pocket.
Her fingers dip, explore the space. Find the trigger for her protections.
And nothing else.
She stumbles to a halt, chest constricting, heart pounding, all the blood rushing from her face to pool at her feet. She's certain she's going to pass out as blackness closes in around the edges of her vision, her chest compressed so tightly she can't breathe.