"I see her. Who's the fellow with her?"
"General Roos. Fredrik Roos. He's head of the Asgardian Police."
Joel thought the police chief looked young and dashing in the white Asgardian uniform. A tiny jeweled paralyzer was belted about his waist.
There was a twinkle in Priscilla's green eyes when she paused in front of Joel's stall.
"Here he is, Freddy. Isn't he lovely?"
Joel stiffened.
"Lord," General Fredrik Roos drawled, "what a big brute!"
"Isn't he, though?"
Despite her light manner, Joel sensed a strain in Priscilla's voice. She was wearing a diminutive yellow jacket with puffed sleeves and a matching skirt. The shimmering microweb accentuated the firm youthful modeling of breast, hip and thigh.
"Did you ever see such shoulders?" he heard her ask Roos. "He's magnificent!" She turned back to Joel. "Flex your biceps, Joel."