"Aren't you the hard-working little Boy Scout?"
"Sure." Norton grinned. "I am that." He disappeared down the ladder towards the generator room.
Andrews turned to Alice. "You're not going to go for that fancy routine, are you?" he demanded crossly.
"What routine?"
"First he uses power for hot water, power that I was storing up. Now he's going to pedal that thing to waste more power."
Alice shrugged. "He's the spaceman," she said simply. "If he thinks we can spare the power for a bath, I could certainly use one."
"How can you trust the likes of him?"
"We've got to," she said. "We've got to."
"I wouldn't," said Andrews. "I can't."
She looked at her employer seriously. "We've both got to trust him," she said quietly. "Because, right or wrong, he is the only one who knows anything about space and what's likely to happen next."