>Arvitis blushes and mumbles something Mira can't understand, then leaves >quickly, where he goes back to mumbling to himself as he tries to >decipher the notes in that notebook. > >Jac, seated behind Mira scratching the neck ruff of one of the animals, >says, "He's a strange bird, Mira. A crack shot, with nerves of steel, in >one incarnation, and a mumbling, absent minded professor in another." > >"So, what is it he wants *us* to do again?" Jac smiles at Mira. "Look for a book at the library," Mira replies, "I'm sorry, I should have asked if it was ok with you. I'm not used to thinking as a 'we' yet." Mira
