name because its default human form is female, but no way it looks like her, right?"
"Maybe close in the written essentials, but not close enough to fool anyone, unless it's so lucky that it oughtta be playing the lottery every day." A photo-quality print came out of my little inkjet. "There you go."
Mandy wasn't bad-looking—cute, mainly, with a fairly round face, dark hair in a sort of pixieish cut, and a reasonably trim body as you'd expect from someone fit enough to do diving archaeological work. "There you go, Baker."
"Nope, rather it was you. Remember, more contact I have with the outside, more likely I run into some paranoid who finds out what I am."
I sighed. "Fine, fine, look, you do the hotel staff anyway, will you? I'll handle talking to the UAR people."
"No need to bother," Syl's voice broke in.
Baker and I looked at her. "Why?"
"Tsk, tsk, Mr. Information Man. While you were talking, I did a few searches under the members' names, and looky