Toffee, however, not so much interested in voices as what they were saying, gave the room a second appraising glance. "I don't think it's so screaming wonderful," she said with sledge hammer bluntness. "It might make a pretty fair dance hall, though, if you'd just tone down that silly light fixture up there."
The prideful glint in the little man's eyes went cold to be surplanted by the colorless ash of disappointment. Obviously, he had expected this to be an impressive moment.
"This," he said with battered dignity, "is a citadel of science."
"This," Toffee corrected ruthlessly, "is as nutty as a peanut stand at a county fair."
"And yet, there may be things here that will interest you intensely."
Toffee turned briefly to Marc. "I don't like the way he said that."
Apparently, the statement hadn't struck just the right note with Marc, either. He'd already turned to the little man. "Now, look here Dr. Herrigg...."
"Miss Logan told you my name?"
"Miss Logan?"