Norma Hannon sat in the computer's chair behind the board. Her hands were folded calmly and her body was listless. She had been quietly waiting for him to get finished with the important part of his piloting before she started anything. Farradyne grunted uncertainly because he was completely ignorant of her attitude, except perhaps the feeling that she would enjoy violence.
"Well?" he said.
"I caught the landing ramp as it came running in."
"Why?"
"You owe me a couple," she told him. "You're a lotus runner, you can give me one. Simple as that."
"How do you figure?"
"You killed my brother," she said. There was more vigor in her tone as the anger flared again. "So you owe me more than a couple of blossoms for it, at least."
"What makes you think—"
"Another thing," she interrupted. "I wanted to come along with you."
"Now see here—"