"Look," said Naomi irritably, "let me do the worrying. I'm the leader and I say we go directly home."
"I beg your pardon," I objected, holding my temper. "I understood this was a fifty-fifty proposition."
"Callisto!" she snarled. "I order you."
"Shut up!" I snapped. "I'm pilot of this ship, and space law says you obey me."
We'd have had our final showdown right then and there, except it's practically impossible to wrestle in spacesuits.
We landed in Ganymede City and haggled over price with the same garageman who sold me my used 2064 Spacer (being equipped for battle by our ordnance crew even as we talked). He brought his bid down finally from a hundred to seventy-five solars.
"Okay, have it ready in an hour," I said, walking from the shop.
Naomi followed indignantly. "Vera. Just where in the hell are you going to get seventy-five solars?"
I paused on the sidewalk, hands hitched to my weapons belt. "I'll dig it up if you'll agree to do some research for me."
Naomi smiled craftily. "Steal it, eh? All right, I'll go along with you for the time being."