"It is a pleasure to see that you know something of our culture," she said asshe withdrew her hand and sat down in her chair. "I have all the normall... required information right here," she pointed at hercomputer screen., swiveling it so that I could see what was listed aboutmyself. "But I also prefer to use my own judgment about people when I hire themfor my ship. A computer can tell me who is best for the job, but not who isbest suited for the other needs of the ship. Understand?"I said yes,. She tried to scrape off the clear, whitish substance with her hands, but it gelled quickly into glue-like stands. Soon, her hands were stuck at her sides. She strained her legs against it as well, but found she could only separate her knees a few inches, the rubbery strands stretching but refusing to break. The smell grew even stronger, as Tia panicked, squirming on her back but unable to escape.She stopped struggling as she heard something approach. She sat up at much as she could in a crunch,. Then he turned and staggered toward the street entrance, bumping into a chair, grabbing it so as not to fall, continuing to the door.Once outside and away from the bar’s window, Steele walked normally toward his room. He looked over his shoulder a few times to make sure no one was watching. Even though he had drunk enough in the military to handle his liquor, he felt a slight buzz. Jake was going to have a doozy of a headache. What Steele had learned was that Jake was a talker. And his home. "Why don't you have a seat, sir." As I was doing what I was told, she reached into a little box on the counter. "Take off your socks and these on or we'll never get a proper size." She handed me a couple of little balls of nylon that I found out later were called peds. It took me a second, but I got them on. I felt like an idiot. By this time, Suzy had gone off to help another customer (who was looking warily at me). My saleswoman squatted down with that contraption they use for.