Sidra accessed her reference files in kind. Tak was surprised, and pleased. ‘Well, hey!’ he said, setting down both scrib and pipe. ‘It’s my friend from the party!’ Sidra felt the kit smile. He remembered her. ‘Hello. I hope I’m not intruding.’ Tak gestured around. ‘I’m alone, and it’s a shop. You’re supposed to intrude.’ The patches on his cheeks went green with amusement. ‘What brings you here?’
