"Sure, sometimes. It's gotta be done though. Otherwise you couldn't tell what might happen."
"Mark—" Jennette said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"Mark, would you shoot me if you found me outside your shelter?" She looked coyly up at him.
"Well, sure, unless you had a proper, government-authorized permit to be there." Mark turned astonished eyes on her. "What else could I do?"
"Oh, but you know I wouldn't do anything to harm your place."
"Aw, Jennette," Mark said uncomfortably, "of course you would. Anybody would. If people started acting like that, the whole balance would be upset."
She gently stroked his arm where the fruit juice had dried. Her face crinkled up and she giggled. "Maybe you just don't know me."
"Let's talk about something else," Mark suggested.
"What's the matter? Do I shock you?"