And the electronic projector seemed about ready. It was time for me to act. But a reluctant instinct was upon me. Our Erentz suits were close behind us in Potan's cubby. I hated to leave them. If anything happened, and we had to make a sudden dash, there would be no time to garb ourselves in the suits. To adjust the helmets would be bad enough.
I whispered swiftly, "We must get into our suits—find some pretext." I drew her back through the cubby doorway where we would be more secluded.
"Anita, listen. I've been a fool not to plan our escape more carefully. We're in too great a danger here!"
Suddenly it seemed to me that we were in desperate plight! Was it premonition?
"Anita, listen: if anything happens and we have to make a dash—"
"Up through that dome lock, Gregg? It's a manual control; you can see the levers."
"Yes. It's a manual. But once up there how would we get down?"
She was far calmer than I. "There may be an outside ladder, Gregg."
"I don't think so. I haven't seen it."
"Then we can get out the way they brought us in. The hull port—it's a manual, too."