Finally, she walked around to his side of the table. She stopped about a foot from him, looking at the table and the chair, before turning around and backing up to the table. She had twisted her head sharply so that she could see where she was going, although she seemed to be keeping an eye on him, too. Dale sat motionless, hands on his knees. He didn’t know if she could buck like a terrestrial horse, but his shoulder still ached from where she’d hit it on the last visit, and seated in the chair as he was, there was no way he could avoid an attack if one was forthcoming.