Not in a billion years...." Blueshell rolled up beside them. "Who is this, my lady?" It was the sort of Riderish conversation-stopper that she was only just getting used to. If Blueshell would just get in synch with his skrode memory, he'd know. Then the question truly hit her. Who is this? She glanced at her dataset. It was showing transceiver status, had been ever since Pham Nuwen arrived. And ... by the Powers, three transceivers had been grabbed by a single customer,
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