"Oh!" She looked at him, round-eyed. "And I haven't been answering!"
Kintyre laughed. "Turn up that phone bell right away, gal."
She shook her head. The blue eyes darkened with pain. "Only so I could say no in a nice way."
"Huh?"
"I'm not interested. Not yet." For an instant, there was a brightening across her face. "Unless you, Bob—"
"Sorry, kid. I'm tied up tonight." He checked his watch. "In fact, I should have left already."
"Oh," she said listlessly.
"Look here," he said. He took her by the shoulders and forced her to turn around and meet his gaze. "This can only go on so long, then they put you in the foundry. Bruce is dead. We're still alive. Start acting like it."
"It's only been—two days? Three?" She twisted away from him. "Give me time to get used to it."
"You never will, at this rate. I know you."