In his wardrobe he found a package, marked with his serial number, containing two sets of clothing and a second pair of space boots. He stowed them and his other belongings; then turned to Tex. "Well, what’ll we do now?"
"Let's look around the joint."
"Fine. Maybe we can go through the Kilroy."
Burke chucked his cigarette toward the oubliette. "Wait a sec. I'll go with you." He disappeared into the 'fresher.
Tex said in a low voice. "Tell him to go fly a kite, Matt."
"It'ud be a pleasure. But I'd rather get along with him, Tex."
"Well, maybe they'll eliminate him tomorrow."
"Or me." Matt smiled wryly.
"Or me. Shucks, no, Matt-we'll get by. Have you thought about a permanent roomie? Want to team up?"
"It's a deal." They shook hands.