Cooper smiles. "I think I know just the place."
They shower and get dressed, and he leads her to the Nebula, a gleaming duranium-and-glass hotel a few blocks away. He reserves a bedroom for later. There is a stylish bar, not too crowded, on the top floor with a breathtaking view of the mountains. A neojazz combo is playing quietly in one corner. The couple settles into a leather banquette and Cooper orders a Saurian brandy.
"And what'll you have, miss?" the waitress asks.