That gives you some clues for the defusing operation. Some of these fuses had been sabotaged by slave workers, and that is why the bomb failed to go o...f. I needed to find if that was the case here.After a while, the Boss comes back with his torch, and shines it down on me and the bomb. “Ah, you have the beastie identified, have you?”“500-pounder sir. I haven’t managed to locate the fuse details yet. I think we’ll need daylight for that job.”“Very well. Have you got the drill and saltwater pump. A large Kormak stood as security by a staircase leading to the fighters’ quarters, but he was busy being buttered up by a youthful-looking Zhemerian guy, dressed in clothing so tight that if he breathed in, it might rupture by the seams. His slender prehensile tail stroked the heavyset Kormak’s arm bulging with muscle, and the two paid Jack no heed as he passed them silently.He sprang down the stairs and walked quickly through the fighter’s quarters trying not to garner unnecessary attention.. "At your front door." Oh. Oh. Okay, give me a sec."After a minute, Melissa opens the door in a light robe. "Come in, Mary!" Thanks, Melissa, I'm sorry to just show up without letting you know first." No worries, Mary. You're always welcome. And who is your friend?" Melissa, this is my lovely friend Lydia. Lydia, Melissa."Sonya then strolls up, and further introductions are made. We go into the lounge room. Sonya says, "You girls look thirsty. Want a drink?" Yes, please, Sonya. Juice?" Water is. It would be nice to have a bit of time to myself at home. I want her to go. It’s completely up to Maggie, but if I were her, I’d go.” I looked across the table directly at Maggie, trying to show her that I meant it and I was fine. She looked directly back at me as she said, “if you’re sure Paul, then yes, I’d be happy to go and keep you company, Simon.”She continued to look at me. It was a strange way to agree to go out with him, without looking him in the eye, but I was keen to make light of.