On the way over she said, "Are you excited about going to the Soviet Union?"
"I wouldn't say excited. Curious, though."
"You don't sound very sympathetic to them."
"To Russia?" Hank said. "Why should I be? Personally, I believe in democracy."
"So do I," she said, her voice clipped. "I think we ought to try it some day."
"Come again?"
"So far as I can see, we pay lip service to democracy, that's about all."
Hank grinned inwardly. He'd already figured that during this tour he'd be thrown into contact with characters running in shade from gentle pink to flaming red. His position demanded that he remain inconspicuous, as average an American tourist as possible. Flaring political arguments weren't going to help this, but, on the other hand to avoid them entirely would be apt to make him more conspicuous than ever.
"How do you mean?" he said now.