Moya apparently could think of nothing more to say.
We radiated the danger area, left 231 for a pick-up team, and headed for home.
Moya walked with me from Quarantine to the Terra Ramp. The leg still wasn't right.
"Did you mention me kindly in your report?"
"Of course not," I told him.
He chuckled and put his hand on my shoulder.
"About Ben Stuart—"
"It's a nasty job," I said.
"Did he rate getting cashiered?"