"Why?"
"I don't know. What you done, anyway?"
"I don't remember. Passed out at a bar...."
The boy showed disgust. He glanced at the pocket which contained the polyester.
Craig smiled. "I don't use this stuff. At least not enough to deserve what you're thinking." He tossed the remaining cubes on the littered floor of the room.
The boy maintained his look of scorn for a time, but then softened. "I was afraid you got kicked out of the service for that."
"How did you know I was ever in it?"
"Easy. You don't know how to walk on a planet yet. Anybody can tell."
"I didn't get kicked out," Craig said. "I came here to take a civil service job."
"It'd almost be better if you had been."