I snorted. A tight feeling had been building in my chest throughout her lemur prattle. Now I realized what that feeling was—anger. "Look," I said sharply, "I've had enough of all this vague, oblique and veiled-reference crap, you scan? Everybody's talking at me like I know a lot more about what's going down than I do, and it's torquing me off. Barnard did it, Ho did it, fragging Ryumyo did it, Harlech did it, and now you're doing it . . ."