Cheese’s voice was a hoarse grating, more appropriate for an urban brawl casualty than for an independent newsman, but that voice had volume. Whatever had gone down before still bothered him, and the shouting match between him and Markowitz was spectacular, if short on details. Kit intervened, flattering both men and calming them down some. She gave most of her attention to Cheese, who did chill some, but it was the credstick that Markowitz finally produced that finally did the trick.