"Yeah." He couldn't even turn his head to look at me.
"I'm Foster—Lou Foster. Commanding, Marine guard detail."
I remembered him. The one who filled a practice football with water.
"Yeah, Lou. How's it?"
"No damn good at all, Ash. I've been waiting for you."
"Thorsten?"
"Yeah—our old classmate, Harry the horse. About thirty-forty hours back."
"You been in that thing all this time!"
"Sure—snap, if you breathe shallow and don't drink anything. Helps to have a couple of spare tanks." He could still try to chuckle.
"Well, hell, guy, let's get you over to my ship."