"That's no kid from the base, commander. Look at her!"
"I just was, sarge. Looks good to me, don't it to you?"
Grinnel, tolerant, fatherly, amused: "Now, men, have your fun but keep
it quiet."
"Don't be afraid, kid--" There was an animal howl from Martha's throat
that made Lee Falcaro shake hysterically and Charles grind his
fingernails into his palms.
Grinnel: "Sergeant, you'd better tie your shirt around her head and take
her into the O.N.I. building."
"Why, commander! And let that lousy little yeoman in on it?"
Grinnel, amused, a good Joe, a man's man: "That's up to you, men. Just
keep it quiet."
"Why, commander, sometimes I like to make a little noise--"
"Ow!" a man yelled. There was a scuffle of feet and babbling voices.
"Get her, you damn fool!" "She bit my hand--" "There she goes--" and a
single emphatic shot.