"Calm down," he said. "Half the staff is staring at you."
Ileth drew a deep breath, shrugged. A grim smile flashed across her
pretty patrician features.
"If you can stand it," she replied with an unexpected twinkle in her
hazel-green eyes, "I suppose I can too."
He stood up. "Like to meet the rest of the staff? Fine. You're all
settled in your cabin, aren't you? No? Then I'll give you a hand as
soon as we finish our tour of introduction."
Ileth's eyes had grown darker and darker.
"Now don't lose your temper," he said hastily.
"I haven't said a damn word. At least let me get my answers out of my
mouth."
Saxon laughed, taking her arm. "Come along. We're accelerating at one
G constant. We'll have no trouble moving around." He hesitated, then
asked in an off hand manner,
"Has Q62 identified himself yet?"
Ileth looked startled, frightened. She tried to draw away but Saxon
held onto her arm. "No. No, he hasn't. Please let go. You're hurting
me, Jon."