The kzin finished grooming his pelt to a lustrous shine before he followed Medical-Technician to the deepsleep chamber of the Swift Hunter courier Flashing Claws. His face was expressionless as the cover lowered above him, and then his ears wrinkled with glee; there would be nobody to see until they arrived in the Alpha Centauri system a decade from now.
The Patriarchy had never had a Telepath who earned a full name before.
Too risky! Telepath wailed.
Kshat, Fixer thought with contempt.
Shut up both of you, Halloran replied. Or I'll start thinking about salads again. All of them understood the grin that showed his/their fangs.
The Patriarchy had never had one like Halloran before, either.
