"Thanks...." Garth took one.
"Sorry I can't offer you a drink."
"So am I," Garth grunted. He could feel her eyes on him. He drew the smoke deep into his lungs, exhaling luxuriously.
"Got a gun?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh—things come out of the river sometimes. Hunting water-lizards, carnivorous. You learn to sleep with one eye open on Ganymede."
"It's a funny world," Paula acknowledged. "Once it was highly civilized. Now it's gone back to savagery."
"Conditions are bad here. Too vigorous. Jupiter gives light but not much heat. Animals and plants have to be tough to survive. This is summer-season, but it's plenty cold."
"How much do you know about the Zarno?" she asked abruptly.
Garth blinked. "Not much. Why?"