“Who is ‘she’?”

“Who? I-330 , of course. You remember we came together, she and I, in an aero the other day.”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes⁠—yes.”

Ray-wrinkles around the lips, artful rays radiating from the eyes. They were making their way deeper and deeper into me.

“Well, she is here, all right. Came in a while ago.”