Tannis peered at Anton through one of the (rather large and smoking) bullet holes she'd put into walls. This one was well dressed, definitely not a bandit, not too bad looking, if the idea of intimacy didn't make Tannis literally vomit in her mouth a little bit.

"Are you from Hyperion Corporation?" Tannis demanded. "Don't lie, because Patrick can tell if you are lying."

Patrick the broken sickle better not be lying about that special forces training, or god help her...