"A cool one," he murmured. "Very cool!"
Trigger looked at him a moment, then turned her eyes back to Lyad. She didn't feel cool. She felt tense and scared cold. This was probably very bad!
"What did you want to see me about?" she asked.
Lyad smiled. "A business matter. Do you know where you are?"
"Not on your ship, First Lady."
The light-amber eyes barely narrowed. But Lyad had become, at that moment, very alert.
"Why do you think so?" she asked pleasantly.
"This room," said Trigger. "You don't gush, I think. What was the business matter?"
"In a moment," Lyad said. She smiled again. "Where else might you be?"
Trigger thought she could guess. But she didn't intend to. Not out loud. She shrugged. "It's no place I want to be." She settled back a little in her chair. Her right hand brushed the porgee pouch.