Teejay whirled on his officers. "All right, get him out of here! Come on, move."
The three men looked at each other. None of them did anything.
"You see, boy?" said Kevin, grinning. "That's our Captain and we'll fight for her. She won the beauty pageant five years ago in Cerestown, and she can fight like a man. She's a woman for the stars, and we're proud to—"
"Shut up," said Teejay. "That won't get us anywhere."
By now, Barling had stirred, had come up, dazed, into a sitting position. He rubbed his jaw, winced. "Assuming we return to our ship, we still won't leave Ganymede. Not without our anthrovac."
"Nor will we."
"But you had to hit me! You had to flaunt your—"
"No one told you to draw your gun."
"—flaunt your Amazonian prowess."