PANEL 1
LUKE: ARKADY, KK, WHATEVER—PUT THAT GUN AWAY, JACK, YOU LOOK LIKE A MORON—
SIRKKA: NO. YOU WERE VERY CLEAR JUST THEN. ARKADY SAW YOU TOO.

PANEL 2
SIRKKA: I CAN SMELL IT ON YOU, LITTLE LUKE.
SIRKKA: YOU DO YOUR VISIONARY CRAP, MIKI DOES MEDICINE, AND I DO EMOTIONS. I CAN SMELL IT, LUKE.
SIRKKA: WHAT DID YOU DO?

PANEL 3
ALICE: DEAD CLEVER, THIS.
CONNOR: WHAT? RUNNING? I’M NOT A FAN.
ALICE: NO, THE MAP YOUR JACK PUT IN ME HEAD. LIKE THE GPS THING ME DAD HAD IN HIS CAR BACK IN THE GOOD DAYS.