Tennalhin was supposed to be a ranker, as was the curly-haired person half-buried in the blanket, so at least there weren’t any chain-of-command relations going on, but Surit still didn’t want to see it. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Surit temporized. He looked at the other ranker and said, “I think maybe you lost your way to your room.” “Well, you fucking are interrupting.” Tennalhin unfolded himself to his feet. He shrugged a civilian wrap-jacket onto his shoulders, obviously from last night, which just drew deliberate attention to the fact he was wearing nothing else at all. “In fact,” he
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