Orchid couldn't help herself. She smiled broadly - the tought of my forced return made her really happy. I knew what she wanted, but I had my doubts.
As we sat in the glass cube above the dancefloor I wondered how to tell her.
- Your Instant Erections are a hit, my dear – she mused. - I can't believe I had to send guys to Z just to get them fixed. You could have called ahead. A proper welcome and lovely lab would have been waiting for you.
- Orchid, did you not see what happened just as we arrived? - Cuss-Bert cut in. - She is not okay. Can't even work on this one here – he pointed at Jack in the floater.
- I've seen her worse – she waved nonchalantly. - And she was brilliant even then. Give her a little cocktail, and she'll be as good as new for a few hours.
- No drugs, no raindrops.
