Arthur took another drink and sighed.  "When the natives aren't attacking, its beautiful.  It's mostly desert, except for the canals, but around those canals there is luscious life.  The people and most of the vegetation has a reddish hue to it, but there are plenty of other colors.  I used to have this little four armed monkey critter up there, named Petey.  We had to leave him behind when we returned to Earth, because of the restrictions."<br/><br/>"So your an educated women, eh?  I can't say as we have to many women's universities in the U.S.  It's a damned shame, I'm sure.  What was your area of study?"  He had attended university for four years and even there had experienced discrimination as to his lowly start in life.  He had always hated the old boys clubs and fraternal organizations which would not take a man such as him, to was a "Papist" to boot.<br/><br/>He nursed his whiskey some more, since he did not plan to drink another.  He did not believe in public intoxication and he especially did not approve of it while working.  Talking with this woman was a pleasurable experience, but it was work none the less.  They would be working closely together under dangerous circumstances, and needed a rapport which they could depend upon to get them through.  He certainly did not intend to be her enemy, if he could avoid it.