A roundish smoothie of a norm face gazes at him from the telecom display. That’s Ms. Berman all right. Something seems amiss, though. Her eyes are pointing kind of low."Heh ..." Ivar glances down, grabs a pillow off the sofa and covers his lower parts."What, uh, what a surprise, Ms . Berman! Caught me just outta the shi ... er, shower. Sorry ’bout that. Kinda forgot the ole clothes, you know!"