The girl was emphatic. "Take my advice, mister. Spend them in your ship."
A man's voice crackled over the table phone. "Esther!"
She looked startled. "Yes?" she said, leaning over the table to speak into the phone.
('Beautiful!' thought Brack. 'She must have some Earth-blood in her veins.')
The man's voice was angry, strident. "Don't gab with the customers!"
Esther stood up, a blush of embarrassment on her milky-white cheeks.
"Your order, please?" she said to Brack, stiffly.
The trucker put his big, brown-colored hand over the phone. "Who's that character?" he asked with distaste. "The boss?"
The girl nodded unhappily. "I didn't realize he was listening."
"Sounds like a tyrant." Brack uncovered the phone. "What's the closest thing you have to beefsteak?"