Norma Hannon sat in the computer's chair behind the board. Her hands were folded calmly and her body was listless. Farradyne grunted uncertainly because he was absolutely ignorant of her attitude, except perhaps the feeling that she would enjoy bloody violence.
"Well?" he said.
"I caught the landing ramp as it came running in," she said quietly.
"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.
"What makes you think—"
"Another thing," she interrupted, "I wanted to come along with you."
"Now see here—"