The platform landed with the grace of a humming bird at our feet, the girls dexterously balancing so that it came to rest swiftly, without the least bump.
I confronted them. "Anita, what are you doing?"
She stood up, flushed and smiling. "Practicing."
"What for?"
Venza's roguish eyes twinkled at me. Her hands went to her slim hips with a gesture of defiance.
She asked, "Are you speaking for yourself or the Commander?"
I ignored her. "What for?"
"Because we're good at it," Anita retorted. "Better than any of you men. If you should need us, we're ready...."
"We won't!" I said shortly.
"But if you should...."