Trigger looked at her and laughed. "I thought you might. You weren't satisfied with the reports then?"
Pilch said, "Of course not! But it was obvious the emergency was over, so I was whisked away to something else." She frowned slightly. "Sometimes," she admitted, "the Service keeps me the least bit busier than I'd prefer to be. So now it's been six months!"
"I would have come in for another interview if you'd called me," Trigger said.
"I know," said Pilch. "But that would have made it official. I can keep this visit off the record." Her eyes met Trigger's for a moment. "And I have a feeling I will. Also, of course, I'm not pushing for any answers you mightn't care to give."
"Just push away," Trigger said agreeably.
"Well, we got the Commissioner's call from his ship. A worried man he was. So it seems now that we've had one of the Old Galactics around for a while. When did you first find out about it?"
"On the morning after our interview. Right after I got up."
"How?"
Trigger laughed. "I watch my weight. When I noticed I'd turned three and a half pounds heavier overnight than I'd averaged the past four years, I knew all right!"
Pilch smiled faintly. "You weren't alarmed at all?"