"Drunk," Blahrog informed her coldly.
It takes an enormous quantity of Throatduster to intoxicate a Felician. Intoxication is therefore considered bad form.
"And belligerent," the Minister of Finance added.
"Oh, dear." Miss Featherpenny looked at the door again. "But what can I do?" she asked in a helpless voice. "I'm not a promoter."
"He said," Blahrog indicated the door, "that you were a dumb steno."
"Well!" Hrom exclaimed.
Miss Featherpenny's hackles invisibly rose. Her mouth visibly tightened. She turned away from the door.
Hrom said, "You ought to try to show him."
Miss Featherpenny looked at them, and at the surrounding examples of Felician landscape and architecture.
"Mr. Blahrog," she said suddenly, "you don't mind looking like a leprechaun, do you? As long as you don't have to meet people?"