“What coordinates?" he asked.
"For Byra," Cyan prodded.
"How in this blighted pile of rot would I know?" he snapped.
"Easy, tiger. I was just asking. Cyani, do you know?"
"The Union doesn't have a clue where Byra is. That's why they're paying you, remember?"
"So, you're telling me, none of us knows where we are going?”