She sipped one CC and said, "And syk upsets him."
Grant smiled, "And shapes."
"And I suppose the rank of first lieutenant makes him nervous."
"No," Grant chuckled, "he can take or leave that. It's majors that get him."
She smiled vaguely, so Grant followed up with: "What's your background?"
"Psychometrics. Got a doctorate in it. I thought it might be valuable to the Air Force—at one time." She sipped two CCs.
"I've a little syk background," Grant said. She looked up in sudden interest. "Started to major in it until I ran up against some of the profs. If this is what syk produces, I decided, it's not for me. Changed to engineering then. Unfortunately, the general knows about my record."
"How did he take it out on you, parade duty?"
"Worse. He made me an aide."
The girl leaned on an elbow and regarded him with her chin in her hand. "You bring his slippers?"