She did not talk.  Mike could talk while on extended time, if necessary, but it was awkward to converse while they were running on different time rates.  Instead she thought with mild nostalgia of the life they were leaving, calling it up in her mind and cherishing it, some of it in Martian concepts, more of it in English.  She had enjoyed it very much.  All her life, until she had met Mike, she had been under the tyranny of the clock, first as a little girl in school, then as a bigger girl in a much harder school, then under the unforgiving pressures of hospital routine.