First Words for the Day

An early start on a sub-zero degrees Celsius morning, and I almost forgot to post today’s words. Before that happens, again, here  you go:
Mack ‘n’ Me: The Transporter Favour
Delight scowled at me.
“I was a little busy liaising with the station—and they weren’t very happy with us, at the time.”   “We still aren’t happy with you,” said the man sitting across the table from us, and I realised that the shapes I’d registered coming in were real.
‘What did you think they were? Imaginary?’
I rolled my eyes, and made myself pay attention. I was in no condition for another fight, but…
‘Stand down, Cutter. This is a meeting to discuss fines, reparation and why we shouldn’t let them put you in a very small cell for a very long time.’
It was?