"At any rate," Trigger said, drawing her hands back, "now that I've realized it, I'm going to make up for it. From here on out, I'll cooperate."
"To the hilt?"
She nodded. "To the hilt! Whatever that is."
"You can't imagine," said Quillan, "how much that relieves me." He filled her glass, giving her a relieved look. "I had definite instructions, of course, not to do anything like grabbing you by the back of the neck, flinging you into a rest cubicle and sitting on it, guns drawn, until we'd berthed in Precol Port. But I was tempted, I can tell you."
He paused and thought. "You know," he began again, "that really would be the best."
"No!" Trigger said indignantly. "When I said cooperate, I meant actively. Mihul said I'm considered one of the gang in this project. From now on I'll behave like one. And I'll also expect to be treated like one."
"Hm," said Quillan. "Well, there is something you can do, all right."
"What's that?"
"Go on display here, now."
"What for?" she asked.