"No, I think that will be all. Oh, I'll need another terminal soon unless you want another house visit." Volpe paid the last two fingers of drink no respect as she knocked it back. Her eyes widened briefly as the heat struck her. She placed the glass down on the counter and took a step away. Wearing socks only she had to avoid the broken shards of glass. Volpe had the sense not to walk across a hardwood floor in mag-boots. How, in the fuck of all that was holy, Dionisi was walking in this gravity in heels was beyond her. Coming from Earth she preferred the mag-boots in the metal floored corridors to keep anchored.