"Marcia! What—how did you get here?"
"Woman," Shel Lur said tonelessly. "Your woman."
Tiny Marcia, her blonde hair awry, her blue eyes frightened, her tiny hands twisting.
Her words stumbled out: "A Krak came; took me from beside Mike in the laundry."
Sean looked from Marcia to Shel Lur.
Shel Lur nodded: "Your woman," she said again.
"No," Sean said, "my friend's woman."
"Yess?" said Shel Lur. "Your woman, I say it." She took Marcia by the arm, pushed her against Sean. Then she walked out and shut the door.
Sean stood in the center of the room, running his hands through his flame hair.
"I'm damned if I know what she's driving at. Oh, well," he said and shrugged.