"Did you _have_ to shoot, Commander?" an aggrieved Guardsman said.
"Don't blame me, fellow. Blame the guy that let her go."
"God-dammit, she bit me--"
Somebody said as though he didn't mean it: "We ought to take her
someplace."
"The hell with that. Let 'em get her in the morning."
"Them as wants her." A cackle of harsh laughter.