Vapour Snake is your bodyguard? Lyla didn't want to say it out loud, in case it turned out to be an elaborate practical joke the two were playing. Actually, she wasn't entirely sure she could say it out loud; her jaw felt like it was hanging somewhere around her knees.
Dumb, she chastised herself. Dumb, dumb, dumb. After all, she was trying to look like an adult, but here she was just gawking.
But who could blame her? She was in the same room as Vapor Sparking Snake. He was in Lyla's list of top ten favourite epics; she had an entire page of her scrap book filled with pictures of him. And his unit, of course, but the point was Vapour Snake. If she didn't want to look like an idiot child in front of Autumn, she especially didn't want to do so in front of Vapour. If Lyla was going to have an epic bodyguard, she'd want it to be Vapour. If it couldn't be Shiny, of course. Or Scribbler. Or Kosc-
Why did they look at one another like that, though? Maybe Autumn thought that Lyla wouldn't notice; adults always seemed to think that kids didn't notice things they did. Even if Lyla totally wasn't a kid; she was still a photographer. She still noticed things.
Like how she noticed she was still staring at Vapour Snake.
She peeled her eyes away from him and focused on Autumn. After all, as cool as he was, Vapour Snake was just another epic. And Lyla had just spent the better part of a day with two other epics. If she could handle Shiny's aggressing cuddling, she could handle being in the same room as Vapour Snake without freaking out. Even if the bodyguard excuse sounded pretty flimsy.
"Right. So, miss Glass- Autumn. There was some stuff I was wondering about, if that's cool with you?" She took a step further into the room, trying to project all the confidence of the young woman that Shiny said she was. "So, like, I had some cool photos of the Panda Invasion that I figured maybe someone would be interested in, you know, for archiving purposes and stuff, and also I was wondering who I have to talk to about leaving the Dalles?"
She managed to slip that right into the conversation. Sparks, she was smooth. She tapped the camera around her neck, feeling inordinately proud of the subterfuge, and only taking a few, snatched glances at Vapour Snake. She absolutely, one hundred percent wasn't staring at the guy. That would be childish, and unprofessional.