[That's an assumption Rinzler isn't planning to contradict. The nod is easy enough to read, as is the distance Wash provides, and Rinzler steps ahead with only a moment's hesitation. His position behind Rinzler will afford Wash a neat view of the program's back—and the empty dock between his shoulderblades. Odd, considering the program isn't carrying his disks in hand. Still, a battlefield probably isn't the place for inquiries.
Rinzler hopes so, anyway.
He slips out into the hall, noise damping down to near-inaudibility as he moves in the indicated direction. The light-sword rezzed up by his baton stays active, but Rinzler keeps it low and close, no flare of light to make them obvious. There's noise around a corner not too far ahead, and the program slows, scans sweeping to assess.]
no subject
Rinzler hopes so, anyway.
He slips out into the hall, noise damping down to near-inaudibility as he moves in the indicated direction. The light-sword rezzed up by his baton stays active, but Rinzler keeps it low and close, no flare of light to make them obvious. There's noise around a corner not too far ahead, and the program slows, scans sweeping to assess.]