The dwarf nodded. "Of course, excuse me," he said as he hurried off. To hide the smile on his face, Chase turned to look at the otter, who'd been joined by another. He watched them dance and play with each other, occasionally bouncing off the glass wall, much to the concern of the patrons nearest them. They obviously knew nothing of the history of the Gray Line restaurant and the fact that the glass wall was not merely a simple window, but was actually made of hardened ballistic plastic. In a botched holdup a few years back, a stray shot had created a flood of water that claimed twelve lives. The owner had vowed that history would not repeat itself.