Eventually, she turned around, crossed her arms, and called out, “Hello? Can I help you?”
The figure froze in the no-man’s-land between street lamps. Somewhere, a block or two over, a dog barked twice, three times.
“I can see you. I have Mace.”
The figure again said nothing. It took a step forward, then another.
I’d be hearing a human’s thoughts by now. She pulled out her weapon and waved an emerald-green laser beam across the figure’s chest. It fell to the sidewalk with a thud. She walked over, looked down at the body, muttered, “Where’d you park your ship?”