Farradyne nodded in an irritated manner. She flounced off after a moment of futile effort to beguile the spaceman.
So when, a moment later, someone slid into the bench beside him, Farradyne turned to tell her to please vacate the premises because he wasn't having any, thanks. Instead of looking into a vapidly willing face, Farradyne's eyes were met with an equally cold blue stare from the face of a hard-jawed man dressed in a jacket tailored to half-conceal the shoulder holster he wore. Farradyne blinked.
"Farradyne?"
"So?" said Farradyne. He tried to think, but all he could cover was the idea that someone was now playing games with guns.
"Hear tell you're running blossoms, Farradyne."
"Who says?"
"People."
"People say a lot of things. Which people?"
"Well, are you?"
"Who, me?"