"He was clearly hitting on me; after all, I was all dolled up for Miriea, who stood a few feet away, not once taking her eyes off me."
"Clamping his helmet down again, checking his air supply, feeling the computer on his hip, the instruments and servicing gear in his pack, the Massenet Nine on his right thigh, the exo-skeleton power pack, the spring boots, David Ward experienced a grim little flicker of humor; he was certainly dolled up for the simple task of servicing a carrier."