Trigger set her glass down on the table.
"Refill?" Quillan inquired. He reached for the iced crystal pitcher between them.
"No," she said. "I just want to make a statement."
"State away." He refilled his own glass.
"For some reason," said Trigger, "I've been acting lately—the last two days—in a remarkably stupid manner."
Quillan choked. He set his glass down hastily, reached over and patted her hand. "Doll," he said, touched, "it's come to you! At last."
She scowled at him. "I don't usually act that way."
"That," said Quillan, "was what had me so baffled. According to the Commissioner and others, you're as bright in the head as a diamond, usually. And frankly—"
"I know it," Trigger said dangerously. "Don't rub it in!"
"I apologize," said Quillan. He patted her other hand.