I knew I should defend my gender. It was another disgusting comment that should be roundly contradicted.
Yet somehow I didn’t have the heart. Bodies and blood were everywhere. It was horrible. But we’d won. Killed the bad guy, while spitting in Death’s face. Adrenaline washed over me, and I felt alive — more alive than I’d ever felt before.
Feeling like that, I just didn’t want to worry about what I should think or the appropriate thing to say. It was a strange sensation, letting go of all that. Strange, but not bad.
And it felt good to be around someone so confident. Speer still looked stylishly disheveled.
Looking through the control room door, I could see clear into the mess room. There were some couches there.
“Um… with lateral control out, how are we going to get down?” I asked.
Speer remained at the helm. “Not to worry — we’ll bleed hydrogen from the gasbag.”
“Well, no hurry.” I eased up close to him. “You know, if this were the end of an American action movie, the hero and heroine would probably have wild sex on one of those couches,” I said suggestively. Our bodies almost touched.
“And if it was a Steam Pointe novel’s conclusion,” he replied, “our hero would politely let the foreigner know he’s only interested in ladies, not women that have probably been passed around by more men than pocket change.”
My mouth fell open. I was speechless.
“Of course,” he added, “this isn’t a novel. So I don’t have to be polite.”
Concluding Note
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