“Talking dirty again?” Johnny stood in the bedroom doorway looking from her to Chris to her. “Kindly keep y’all’s muscles in different parts of the room,” he said, with a grin that was not a grin at all. “Or,” he went on, facing Chris, still with the smile that made the words an official joke, “you will start feeling _my_ muscles.” _Oh, Lord! Stop it, Johnny!_ please _stop_! “How in hell did you two get around to the Phys Ed department?” he went on. “I thought I left you up on thought-steam rocket ships?” “Too rarefied,” Chris said. “They forgot to think us up some atmosphere.” “Oh? Oh, yes, when did Young Doctor Kutler join the party?” “Well, he hasn’t yet. Matter of fact, I thought he’d be up here by now. He took over as official greeter for me with the new people who came up with you.” “You mean,” Johnny said slowly, “Kutler is up here too?” “Sure. Didn’t you know? Lee, _you_ knew...?” _Yes. Yes, I did._ “Hmmm?” She made a great thing out of tearing herself from the view. “Oh, is he here _now_? I knew he _had_ been up, but--?” Chris swallowed it. Not Johnny. Damn him, damn his eyes! He had no right to know so much about her and so stupid-silly little about _him_. “Sure, he’s on the payroll now. First time I ever did anything the Security boys loved me for. We’ve had this problem of sending people on leave one month out of every four. Plays hell with our schedules and personnel problem, which didn’t bother them downstairs--but when they started tightening up on Security, they got _damn_ bothered about all these classified project people being Earthside on their own so much. But if they stay up here, without that relief, they don’t last a year, most of ’em. Every psychogenic trouble in the books--plus some Phil can write his own book about it when he’s done. They--there he is. Come in. Hi--we were talking about you.” Phil came in, smiled quietly, nodded to Lisa, and crossed to where Johnny stood, hand held out. “It’s good to see you again,” he said. “Is it?” Phil dropped the hand Johnny had ignored. She knew exactly what would happen next, and could not even start to think how to avoid it. She was appalled, but in a way almost relieved, to find she was not even going to _try_. The two men stood two feet apart, face to face, for a hovering moment. Then Phil turned, with a faint shrug. “How do you pick these guys you hire, Chris? I swear, when you talk to a bunch of them, you’d think they were all manufactured in the same--” “_I_ hire?” Christensen started. “Hell of a lot _I_ have to do with....” “I asked you something, Doc,” Johnny said at the same time, and reached out and put his hand on Kutler’s shoulder, turning him back. “Are you so damn sure it’s so good to see me?” Kutler shook his shoulder sharply; Johnny’s grip tightened. Lisa stood watching. “For krissake, Wendt!” Chris stepped forward. “What did _he_ do?”