I got tired of trying to watch the gun and her curves at the same time, so I forgot about the gun, since she wasn't pulling the trigger.
"Yes," she said, "it used to be Lonesome, but now it looks like we'll have to call it the Problem Planet."
"Good heavens," said Dave. "A fifty-percent increase in population!"
"Let's not talk about increasing the population just yet," said the girl. "Let's get acquainted." She smiled and it made her look lots nicer than when she was grim. She spoke to me. "Drop your pistol holster on the floor and then frisk your friend."
I'd been so used to acting like a willow that it was no trouble at all to obey. Besides, I figured it was only custom that made a king outrank a queen. On a new planet a little change might work wonders.
"My name's Rosemary," she said, when I had finished. "This is my planet and you're trespassing."
"Fiddlesticks," said Clive. "This is not your planet. I'll admit you might have squatter's rights on a limited portion of it, but you can't possibly claim it all."
"Here's my deed," she said, waving the gun. "Who are you?"