"Idiot," Plourr mutters to herself, and then she says, "Well, come on, then. He may be running, but we've got an armory to get to."

She waves her on into the dark passageways, and while she's talking, she leads them on a twisting, impossible-to-follow route through turns and quick corners, never hesitating.

"I'm not sure what kind of stuff you're looking for."