She led him to one of the jeeps that the laboratory crew used, and they started back towards the main collection of buildings.
"Dave, I like you."
Dave blinked. She laughed. "Does my directness bother you?"
"Not exactly. But—"
"It's caused me a lot of grief in the past; it's one of the reasons why I've never been a howling social success. However, saying and doing what I think makes a fine physicist out of me."
"That I believe," said Dave. The jeep drew up to one of the buildings. "Now," he said, "where's that typer?"
"In the office. Or better, we have a few empties; maybe you'd like to use one until you go back to Chicago?"
"That would be good," he told her. "I'm going to stay right here until you folks get this problem solved—or go up taking Merion Laboratory with you. Maybe," he said cheerfully, "I'll be able to use your typer to write the description of that, but it's unlikely."
Jane faced him as he climbed out of the jeep. "We've got a job to do. I know it sounds like a chunk of lousy script, but the bunch of us are devoted to the job of increasing human knowledge. So we're ready to accept the danger. But there's no reason why you should risk your hide. You can write from here and be safe."