Probably too intently. The group leader waved a pigsticker in my face and said something in a sharp voice. I realized that I hadn’t been paying attention—a consequence of not actually being in personal danger, I guess. I’d have to do better. I couldn’t afford to have them take the manny apart, and I didn’t want them to get the idea I wasn’t a flesh-and-blood Quinlan. I rewound and played back her comment in frame-jack.