"Don't stand there shocked; the food will get cold," the man by the table said while pointing with his hand at the chairs on the opposite end of the table.
Castor turned his head to the side, stealing a short glance at Catlea.
'Damn it,' he thought as soon as he noticed his own habitual reaction. He stopped his head from moving at the last moment... even if there was no way for the Auditor to miss such an obvious detail. 'She wants to be as far detached from this matter as possible, so I have to do everything in my power to make her wish come true,' he thought, gulping down his saliva.
'That's the least I owe her,' Castor decided, taking a breath to prepare himself before stepping forward.
The man by the table... Didn't appear to be any different than the thousands of people Castor saw in his past. He was so normal... that upon closer inspection it weirded the overseer out.
'No bioimplants, full in flesh, no external pods...' he thought, taxing the man with his eyes.
