"I wouldn't go that far, but some people might."
Craig noted the pleasant way the girl filled her trim, rather severe business suit. He amused himself by calculating stress patterns in its plain woven material as she assembled the forms for him.
"Here, Mr. Craig. I believe these are complete."
"They look pretty complicated."
"Not at all. The questions are quite explicit."
Craig looked them over quickly.
"I guess so. Say, Miss Wendel, I was wondering—I don't know the city at all. Maybe you could go with me to have dinner. It must be almost dinnertime now. You could sort of check me out on some...."
"I'm afraid that would be quite impossible. You couldn't gain admittance to any office you need to visit tonight. Therefore, it is impossible for me to be of any assistance to you."
"Oh, come now, Miss Wendel. There are women aboard spaceships. I'm not a starved wolf."