Interview With a Space Pirate
Why couldn’t they just quit fussing over her? ‘Do you need anything, ma’am?’ ‘Is your leg comfortable?’ ‘Let me help you carry this.’ She wasn’t a damn tottering old bat incapable of taking care of herself. She was a tottering old bat perfectly capable of taking care of herself, with only a small attitude. A young girl came at her with another powder and a large, fluffy brush. “I think I’ve inhaled enough of that for today, thank you very much,” she said, pointedly raising a hand covered in gold. Every knuckle held multiple stacks of rings, some with jewels, some without but all equally captivating. The girl looked disappointed but ducked down in a half bowing motion as if to convey submission and turned out of the room.