He bared his teeth as they shook hands.
“So. What can I do for you today, Jennie? I don’t think we can top that last article you wrote until we learn to walk on water.”
Any sarcasm hidden in his question was lost in the reporter’s enthusiasm.
“Well, our editor has assigned us to do a series of weekly articles on you, complete with pictures … if you’re willing, that is. I was hoping we could talk with you and get a few shots, or set a time at your convenience.”
“I see. Unfortunately I’m not really presentable at the moment.” Phule gestured pointedly at his soiled condition. “We’ve been running the confidence course today …”
“Really? That could make a good lead right there … “
“… and besides,” the commander continued, “I’d rather you did a few stories on the company itself. I’m sure the public would find it more interesting than a series on me alone.”
“I … suppose,” the reporter said hesitantly, seemingly reluctant to pass up her chance to spend time with the commander. “We could try putting in some stuff about how other people view you and your activities.”
“Fine. Then it’s settled. We’ll see what we can do about lining you up with … Do-Wop! Brandy!”
He waved at the two figures en route from the elevator to the lounge, and they wandered over to join the conversation.
“These two are interested in doing a story on our confidence course training session,” he explained. “I was wondering if the two of you would be willing to fill them in.”
“With holos?” Do-Wop exclaimed, spotting the holophotographer’s equipment. “Hey, neat! Sure thing, Captain.”