"Woman's intuition, I suppose," Hen interrupted. "You'd sold yourself on the idea R-7 was going to take the worm apart."
"If you like," returned Sofi in a chilly voice. "When I came back, R-7 was gone and the worm was strewn all over the floor. I was furious. I found R-7 on the fourth level. I started to land into him, but—but—"
"But what?"
"He looked so queer."
"How the hell can a piece of machinery look queer?"
"Well, he did," said Sofi indignantly. "He looked as if he was going to take me apart, too!"
Henry groaned. "Go on," he said resignedly.
"Why, then R-7 wanted to know if I was put together or if I came all in one piece." She bit her lip. "He started to find out."
She slipped off the oxygen suit. She was clad in comfortable baggy coveralls similar to Hen's.
"That rascal," Hen chuckled. Sofi grew pink with rage.