Trigger nodded. She opened the container and went over to the table where the plasmoid still lay on its towel. It was dry by now. She picked it up. "You're a lot of trouble, Repulsive!" she told it. "But these people think you must be worth it." She slipped it into the container, and it seemed to snuggle down comfortably inside. Trigger closed the handbag, lightened it to half its normal weight, slipped the strap back over her left shoulder. "And now," she inquired, "what am I to do with the stuff I usually keep in a purse?" "You'll be in Precol uniform while you're here. We've had a special uniform made for you. Extra pockets." Trigger sighed. "Oh, they're quite inconspicuous and convenient," he assured her. "We checked with the girls on that." "I'll bet!" she said. "Did they okay the porgee pouch too?" "Sure. Porgee doping is a big thing all over the Hub at the moment. Among the ladies anyway. Shows you're the delicate sort, or something like that. I forget what they said. Want to start carrying it?" "Hand it over," Trigger said resignedly. "I did see quite a few pouches on the ship. Might as well get people used to thinking I've turned into a porgee sniffer." Holati went back to the desk safe and took out a flat pouch, the length of his hand but narrower. He gave it to her. It appeared to be worked of gold thread; one side was studded with tiny pearls, the opposite surface was plain. Trigger laid the plain side against the cloth of her skirt, just below the right hip, and let go. It adhered there. She stretched her right leg out to the side and considered the porgee pouch. "Doesn't look too bad," she conceded. "That's real porgee in the top section?" "The real article. Close to nine hundred and fifty credits worth." "Suppose somebody wants to borrow a sniff? Wouldn't be good to have them fumbling around the pouch very much!" "They can't," said the Commissioner. "That's why we made it porgee. When you buy a supply, it has to be adjusted to your individual chemistry, exactly. That's mainly what makes it expensive. Try using someone else's, and it'll flip you across the room." "Better get this adjusted to my chemistry then. I might have to take a demonstration sniff now and then to make it look right." "We've already done that," he said. "Good," said Trigger. "Now let's see!" She straightened up, left hand closed lightly around the bottom of the purse, right hand loose at her side. Her eyes searched the office briefly. "Some object around here you don't particularly value?" she asked. "Something largish?" "Several," the Commissioner said. He glanced around. "That overgrown flower pot in the corner is one. Why?" "Just practicing," said Trigger. She turned to face the flower pot. "That will do. Now--here I come along, thinking of nothing." She started walking toward the flower pot. "Then, suddenly, in front of me, there stands a plasmoid snatcher."