Through the kitchen door emerged a young girl, short and white-skinned, but very well proportioned.
"Outbound?" she queried. Her pretty face was clouded by an unhappy expression.
"Yes, and I wanted something with a little taste to it, a little substance."
"Such as what?" said the girl, tossing her long blond hair.
Brack looked at the girl carnivorously. "A steak."
She smiled sympathetically. "We haven't anything of that sort. Sorry." She stared at him with light blue eyes the color of moonstones. "How do you happen to land at this miserable place? Fuel?"
"I'm early for my convoy."
Brack stared at the girl's face and he could see it was the mask of some hidden, tragic emotion.
"You weren't thinking of staying at the Hotel Eros?" she inquired in a voice edged with repugnance.
"Well, I do have about twelve hours."