"Grey, you do realize that the Occupiers have set up in the main hall, you know, where the entrances and docks are?"
"Of course, largest public open space on the Island. Where else would they be?"
F pinched the bridge of his nose. "So, if you know this, and dragged me out of my nice, comfortable berth because you learned they were setting up shop here, why are we on the far side of the station from that large, open space?"
Grey grinned at him and F felt a headache beginning to form.
"That," he said, "Is not a reassuring expression, for reasons that go far beyond the excessive number of overly sharp teeth."
They continued up the corridor for a few more meters, and F spoke again.
"That expression doesn't help either. I remain amazed that someone who gets so much practice can fail so miserably at looking innocent."
"Really?" Grey asked. "I thought I was getting better at it. What gave it away this time?"
"Tail," F said.
Glancing back over her shoulder, Grey saw that her tail was twitching violently. She let out an embarrassed giggle and shrugged. "Anyway, we're here," she said.
F looked up at the sign over the store front. "Shoes? The Occupy Movement shows up and you want to go shoe shopping?"
"Of course, I didn't pack the proper boots."
"Boots? Why would..." F said, trailing off as the realization hit him. "You know, just for once I'd like to not leave a station an air-lock door ahead of a howling mob."
Grey sauntered into the shoe store, calling back over her shoulder. "It doesn't happen every time. And besides, you need the exercise."
"Of course, largest public open space on the Island. Where else would they be?"
F pinched the bridge of his nose. "So, if you know this, and dragged me out of my nice, comfortable berth because you learned they were setting up shop here, why are we on the far side of the station from that large, open space?"
Grey grinned at him and F felt a headache beginning to form.
"That," he said, "Is not a reassuring expression, for reasons that go far beyond the excessive number of overly sharp teeth."
They continued up the corridor for a few more meters, and F spoke again.
"That expression doesn't help either. I remain amazed that someone who gets so much practice can fail so miserably at looking innocent."
"Really?" Grey asked. "I thought I was getting better at it. What gave it away this time?"
"Tail," F said.
Glancing back over her shoulder, Grey saw that her tail was twitching violently. She let out an embarrassed giggle and shrugged. "Anyway, we're here," she said.
F looked up at the sign over the store front. "Shoes? The Occupy Movement shows up and you want to go shoe shopping?"
"Of course, I didn't pack the proper boots."
"Boots? Why would..." F said, trailing off as the realization hit him. "You know, just for once I'd like to not leave a station an air-lock door ahead of a howling mob."
Grey sauntered into the shoe store, calling back over her shoulder. "It doesn't happen every time. And besides, you need the exercise."