Barrent and Moera had adjoining rooms, and the door between them was unlocked. But on the first night, Barrent did not go through the door. Moera had given no sign of wanting him to do so; and on a planet where women have easy and continual access to poisons, a man had to think twice before inflicting his company where it was not wanted. Even the owner of an antidote shop had to consider the possibility of not being able to recognize his own symptoms in time. On their second day, they climbed high into the hills. They ate a basket lunch on a grassy incline which sloped away to the gray sea. After they had eaten, Barrent asked Moera why she had saved his life. "You won't like the answer," she told him. "I'd still like to hear it." "Well, you looked so ridiculously vulnerable that day in the Victim's Society. I would have helped anyone who looked that way." Barrent nodded uncomfortably. "What about the second time?" "By then I suppose I had an interest in you. Not a romantic interest, you understand. I'm not at all romantic." "What kind of an interest?" Barrent asked. "I thought you might be good recruitment material." "I'd like to hear more about it," Barrent said. Moera was silent for a while, watching him with unblinking green eyes. She said, "There's not much I can tell you. I'm a member of an organization. We're always on the lookout for good prospects. Usually we screen directly from the prison ships. After that, recruiters like me go out in search of people we can use." "What type of people do you look for?" "Not your type, Will. I'm sorry." "Why not me?" "At first I thought seriously about recruiting you," Moera said. "You seemed like just the sort of person we needed. Then I checked into your record." "And?" "We don't recruit murderers. Sometimes we employ them for specific jobs, but we don't take them into the organization. There are certain extenuating circumstances which we recognize; self-defense, for example. But aside from that, we feel that a man who has committed premeditated murder on Earth is the wrong man for us." "I see," Barrent said. "Would it help any if I told you I don't have the usual Omegan attitude toward murder?" "I know you don't," Moera said. "If it were up to me, I'd take you into the organization. But it's not my choice.... Will, are you sure you're a murderer?" "I believe I am," Barrent said. "I probably am." "Too bad," Moera said. "Still, the organization needs high-survival types, no matter what they did on Earth. I can't promise anything, but I'll see what I can do. It would help if you could find out more about why you committed murder. Perhaps there were extenuating circumstances." "Perhaps," Barrent said doubtfully. "I'll try to find out."