"'Action'?" she repeated, puzzling over this turn of phrase. It must be a twenty-first century thing. "You - oh." Suddenly the lights went on, and Irene blushed.

"Well, I haven't had any yet," she said, then continued coyly, with a sideways glance at Gabe, "But you know, there's still another night at port." Her smile, when she smiled, was slow and devilish.