Nine scanned the area, his eyes darting back and forth as if checking for hidden microphones. He leaned in so close that Sunshine had to resist the urge to pull back.
His voice dropping to a gravelly, conspiratorial murmur.
"Look," he whispered, "we can't talk about the details here. Too many ears. Whenever you are in council territory, it is better to assume that the air has ears. By involving the Glacis king in our affairs, we have made some enemies on the council.
People that will be looking for any opportunity to use what we say and do against us. If they hear us talking about that place, they will assume we are growing political affiliations and repairman are not allowed to have any. Let's take this to a private channel later. A place where no one can hear us."
Sunshine arched a skeptical eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest. "Why are you so secretive? I can understand the council but a place where no one can hear us!"
