“Are you as confused I am?” Grace said.

“Nothing she said was intended to inform,” Ben agreed.

“Look at it this way,” Betsy said, signaling Syn to abandon her drink. “If you let this line of talk die a natural death, you can go about your business. I can go about mine. And someday, when you least expect it, you may find me at your elbow offering a helping hand.”

“Not an offer I’d pass up,” Hanson said, “and speaking of passing, it’s time for me to board.”

“I’ll follow you out,” Betsy said. Steel blinds clanged shut over the bar’s windows, signaling the arrival or departure of a DropShip. Syn left with L. J. and Betsy.

“So that’s that?” Grace said, standing.

“That is not to be denigrated,” Ben said. “We won our battle. This land is free. And we have an IOU from a woman of mystery. Not bad for a month’s work.”

“No,” Grace said, “not bad.”