Gelerie turned to Twitty and said, "How would you like to have six legs and swing from the tree by your tail?"
She turned and spoke, "See, father? He faints so readily. He will be quite easily handled." But her human eyes had not adjusted perfectly to Earth's thick atmosphere. She suddenly did not see the vehicle containing her father. Then, far beyond the clouds of sunset, she detected a small dot sailing off into the deep blue, its side reflecting gold. "Farewell for now, my father," she whispered.
Turning to the helicopter, she carried three subdued men and placed them aboard. Then she lifted Twitty softly to her shoulders and muttered. "Homekind, fly me to their quarters. I am weary for the moment and do not feel like operating the controls."
The copter lifted silently, swinging out over the East River. Though cramped, Gelerie found a place beside her for Twitty.
When he had stopped shaking, she whistled softly as the Oriental girl had and kissed him as an Amazon might.