Ramsey smiled without humor. “What now, little lady?” he said mockingly.
“Shut up. Oh, shut up!”
“What are you going to do now?”
“I told you to shut up. I have to think.”
“I didn’t know a gorgeous
tri-di actress ever had to think.”
“Let me see those figures again,” Margot said.
Ramsey handed her the tapes from the Enterprise’s environment-checker.
Temperature: minus two hundred and twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
Atmosphere: none.