"Get out!" screamed Ray.
"I go monster-huntin," she pouted.
Absent-mindedly, Ray tested the frying pan. It was nearly right. By Luna, if he sawed off the handle—
"Hey!" yelped Urushkidan.
"I don't like the thought of eating cold beans, cold canned meat, and raw eggs any better than you," said Ray. "But damn it, we've got to get out of here." He soldered the emasculated pan into his circuit. "Starward the course of human empire," he muttered viciously.
"Martian empire," corrected Urushkidan.
"It'll be Jovian empire if we don't clear out of here. Okay, big brain, what comes next?"
"How should I know? How can you expect me to tink in tis foul tick air, and witout tobacco?" Urushkidan turned his back. Dyann clumped in, spacesuited, sword in one hand and rifle in the other. "I saw monsters out there," she said. "I'm goin out to kill them."
"Oh, yeah, sure," muttered Ray without looking up from his slide rule. "Urushkidan, you've got to calculate the resonant psi function for me."
"Won't," said the Martian.