Her eyes, still showing no outward expression, ran over me rapidly.
Then she thumbed a button on the desk and a screen, recessed into the
chromed surface, glowed into life.
Almost immediately, a full-face reproduction of the features of General
Spicer appeared on the screen in color. She checked the image against
my face, her eyes flickering to the tiny scar under my left eye and to
the old blaster burn across my right ear. When the image changed to a
profile view, I turned my head to give her the same angle.
She nodded, pressing the button on her desk which darkened the screen.