Rhinegallis blazed.
"Of course I mind," she snapped, eyes flashing.
Carroll seated himself indolently on Pollard's desk. "If you are really alien," he observed ironically, "you will most heartily object!"
"I'm Terran," she insisted.
"Then why cavil at proving it?" he urged.
"I don't have to!"
"I'm afraid you do," he said. "Fact of the matter is I'm still holding a rather high position in the Lawson Laboratory. I can—and will—order Dr. Pollard to do it!"
Rhinegallis faced the doctor. "I'll not have it."
Carroll spread his hands out in a self-satisfied gesture. "Q.E.D.," he said. "Aliens will object. True Terrans have nothing to fear."
Rhinegallis turned upon him angrily. "How about you?" she snapped. "Are you willing to have yourself examined?"