Luca was the one who started it, trying to explain
to our hosts how he managed to fix a complicated, thoroughly damaged, machine
in five minutes. “I have kind of a knack for things like these,” he said.
None of us commented on his
word choice, not until the next night, where we dragged ourselves into our
room, battered and exhausted from a long fight with some aggressive, well-armed
creature. Lexie looked around at all of us bleeding from various wounds, then
down at her ripped clothing and undamaged skin before deadpanning, “I have kind
of a knack for indestructibility.”
