"Is it so—" Norton walked in again, bending over, "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
Sinai was so nervous she pressed herself against the wall, shaking her head vigorously: "No."
"I suppose so." Norton patted her head again, "If I had met you earlier, you would probably already be lying on the operating table."
Sinai: "..."
She was really scared.
"Don't worry." Norton smiled, "I will certainly follow her instructions and try not to dissect you."
Sinai: "..."
She was not comforted at all.
If it was just a man with a mortal flesh, she could easily blow him to bits with her high-tech products.
But the Chariot of the Sages?
She should just give up and be content as a salted fish.
"Tsk, kid, what should I do, I don't have any clothes for you here." Norton looked Sinai up and down, "Let's go buy a few outfits first."
With that, before Sinai could refuse, he lifted her with one hand as easily as picking up a bag and walked out the door with her.
