"You ruined my shrub. Did you have to slash the bag, too?"
Annie opened her eyes. They felt red and ruined. They were watering so much her cheeks were wet. She could hardly see.
She was having a coughing fit. She dragged herself upright. All she could see was sand. The plastic bubble had blown off the girders and if the furnishings and her suitcase were there, her eyes were still too dim to see them.
"Do you know what that shrub's worth on Mars?"
Annie found the yarn had fallen out of one ear and she pulled it out of the other.
"Do you know what that bag's worth?"
Gall ran in her veins. She spat it out of her mouth.
She backed up to the steel beam and braced her feet against it, light in the Martian gravity.
"I told them not to send a woman out here."
She pushed off and sank her fist into his teeth. He went down.