“They know about the game.” Chel decided it would be easier to talk to Lexx over the relay.
“Oh … Deuce.” Lexx was dumbfounded.
“Don’t worry, they’re not going to do anything.”
Lexx stared at Chel blankly.
“Just … please … be nice. Put out your right hand.” Chel mentally prodded Lexx to move.
“Greetings …” Lexx awkwardly stepped forward, sliding his right arm out from under his coat. He was grateful that the clothes he had hastily chosen did a good job of concealing his injured arm. Victor had gone from looking polite cautiousness to scrutinizing and then surprise. Victor’s expression and the way he glanced from Chel to him was making Lexx nervous.