"Accepted," I croaked.
"I knew that you'd have no trouble getting away from those Security men I sent," she said smilingly.
"Then why did you send them?" I asked.
"To keep them from asking me any questions," she said, with a small shrug. "For all I knew, they were expecting a man with the Amnesty. However, knowing that just having it carried a lot of weight, I gave them the order to pick you up as soon as they approached me at the customs booth."
"And if they hadn't believed me?" I complained.
"Well," she said carefully, "I suppose I'd have sent them a note, or something, telling them to release you."
"Thanks for the kind thought," I muttered.
Snow ignored my minor irritation, and went blithely on.
"My next move was to go to the Port Authority, and find out just where the Phobos II was berthed before takeoff. I thought that Ted might have left me a clue of some sort."
"You sound as if he were expecting you to traipse up here after him," I said, dubiously.