"Well, they were wrong to do that! If they’d hurt you, I’d have ... well, you should have told them that you were never supposed to—" Juanita broke off short. "Hell! Never mind. We’ve got to chase storms. We’ve got to calibrate." She threw the back of one work glove to her sweating forehead. "Never mind ... Alex, just for me, please, try and stay out of trouble for ten goddamn minutes, okay?"