The ship’s officers had stopped to listen. As Andrei paused, they nodded among themselves. "I-rey, mon, star righteous...." Laura watched them trade sturdy looks of macho comradeship. The air felt syrup-thick with their ship crew’s gemeineschaft , reinforced by the Party line. It felt familiar to Laura, like the good community feeling at a Rizome meeting, but stronger, less rational. Militant—and scary, because it felt so good. It tempted her.