"Hi, Jim," Garlock said. Then, to Delcamp. "I see you're rolling."
"He's rolling, you mean." Delcamp had not yet recovered fully from a state of near-shock. "So that's what an eidetic memory is? He knows every nut, bolt, lead, and coil in the ship!"
"More than that. He's checking every move everybody makes. When they're done, you won't have to just hope everything was put together right—you'll know it was."
Jim was their man.
And Fao sidled over toward Belle. There was something new about the silver-haired girl, Belle decided instantly. The difference was slight—Belle couldn't put her finger on it at first. She seemed—quieter? Softer? More subdued? No, definitely. More feminine? No; that would be impossible. More ... more adult? Belle hated to admit it, even to herself, but that was what it was.
"Deg and I got married day before yesterday," Fao confided, via tight beam.
"Oh—so you're pregnant!"
"Of course. I saw to that the first thing. I knew you'd want to be the first one to know. Oh, isn't it wonderful?" She seized Belle's arm and hugged it ecstatically against her side. "Just too perfectly marvelous for anything?"