>Clever girl. But we're gonna have some explaining to do later. After all this mess, we damn well better not end up stranded here.
>Did we mention our disease to Murasa yet?
>Neu don't need us yet, let the moth do her thing.
>You cringe at the mess you may have gotten yourself into. If you end up stuck here after all this, maybe you really
will come back and strangle Louise, just for spite.
>You made no mention of this. You merely said that you were in a significant hurry to arrive in Val Razua; she didn't inquire further.
>She seems to be doing well enough for herself at the moment. You continue to listen in.
>"How long would it take you to examine your financial records for a single day?" Neu asks.
>"Not terribly long," Louise replies. "At least not to merely look for a single registration transaction."
>"Less than a half hour?"
>"I'm sure we'll have the matter processed within a day or two," Louise responds smoothly, evading the question in that same vexingly sedate tone she seems so fond of.
>"Would it be possible to have it examined before closing tonight?" Neu asks. "I know this is an imposition," she hastily adds before Louise can respond, "but we'd really appreciate it."
>Nonetheless, the reply is predictable. "I'm sorry. There are more issues on our plate than just yours, as I have explained to your captain several times already, I might add."
>Neu's response is conciliatory, verging on affable. "I know, I know, but this would settle the issue once and for all, wouldn't it? If there's no record of sale, then that's it. It's hard for us to keep arguing our case against that sort of evidence."
>"Your Seeker seemed intent on investigating whether our records had been forcibly altered," Louise retorts coldly. The emphasis on your title is particularly bitter.
>"I don't think she'll be ours much longer, so I'm not sure her opinion is relevant anymore. And in any case,
I certainly wouldn't be able to tell a fake document from a real one. I'd hope
you would, actually..." She pauses a moment. "Look, I'm sure you're just as eager to be rid of us as we are to be gone from here, so could we please put this to rest tonight? You said it would only take a few minutes, so wouldn't it be quicker to go and check than spend the next 15 minutes telling me why you can't?"
>There is a long silence. Or, perhaps not so long, but merely drawn out by your own anticipation at the conspicuous lack of a reflexive dismissal. When Louise's reply comes, is almost grudging, but she says the words nonetheless. "Very well."