Doctor Kenny said genially, from his vantage point in front of her main screen. “I have to say that it’s a lot more fun talking to you face-to-column than by messages or double-bounce comlink. Waiting for four hours for the punchline to a joke is a bit much.” He faced her column, not the screen, showing the same courtesy Alex always did. Alex was not aboard at the moment; he was down on the base spending his bonus while Tia was in the refit docks in orbit. But since the Pride of Albion was so close, Doctor Kenny had decided that he couldn’t resist making a visit to his most successful patient. The new version of his chair had been perfected, and he was wearing it now. The platform and seat hid the main power-supply, a shiny exoskeleton covered his legs up to his waist, and Tia thought he looked like some kind of ancient warrior-king on a throne. “Most of my classmates don’t get the point of jokes,” she said, with a chuckle. “They just don’t seem to have much of a sense of humor.
