Colt in hand, Silver studied the elevator. Tilted off-angle, the corner security mirror showed only the tiled ceiling. Then a tall norm stepped into view from the area behind the door normally shown on the mirror. Dark hair, dark eyes, sideburns, and moustache. He was wearing a tropical synth-cotton suit, loose and easy-fitting. A large dull black gun was tucked into a crossdraw holster on his left hip. The metal was totally non-reflective, the window light seeming to fall into the ebony finish and vanish. Something ceramic hung around his neck on a thin woven band but was hidden under his soft linen shirt.