"Yes, Gunnar," her voice answered from nearby.
"Where are you?"
"Here."
"Where?"
He glanced wildly around. Her pistol was floating in the air beside him, and then by the light of a flash the Japs had dropped he could just discern the tenuous, transparent outlines of her figure. He stared.
She must have seen him too, for instantly she was completely invisible again.
"What the hell—?" he asked.
"I—I don't know." Her voice was shaky now. Her coveralls lifted themselves from the floor and fastened themselves.
"Get them off," he begged after one look. "I can see you that way, sort of."
Bullets had ripped through the garments and the rents disclosed large patches of nothingness inside. The result was both indecent and terrifying. Hurriedly she slipped them off.