Trigger glanced back at the little group in the lounge. "Think she was fibbing a bit?"
"Sure. Mainly she'd decided in advance how much to tell and how much not. She thinks fast in action though! No slips. What she told of what she knows makes a solid story, and with angles we can check on fast. So it's bound to have plenty of information in it. It'll do for the moment."
"She's already started buttering up Mantelish," said Trigger.
"She'll do that," Quillan said. "By the time we reach Luscious, the prof probably might as well be back in the trances. The Commissioner intends to give her a little rope, I think."
"How close is Luscious to that area she showed?"
Quillan flicked on their course screen and superimposed the map Lyad had marked. "Red dot's well inside," he pointed out. "That bit was probably quite solid info." He looked up at her. "Did it bother you much to hear the Devagas have dropped the grab idea and are out to do you in?"
Trigger shook her head. "Not really," she said. "Wouldn't make much difference one way or the other, would it?"
"Very little." He patted her hand. "Well, they're not going to get you, doll—one way or the other!"
Trigger smiled. "I believe you," she said. "Thanks." She looked back into the lounge again. Just at present she did have a feeling of relaxed, unconcerned security. It probably wasn't going to last, though. She glanced at Quillan.
"Those computers of yours," she said. "What did they have to say about that not-catassin you squashed?"