"I guess we do need to take a break for a few minutes. I'll probably only miss out on ten bucks anyhow." She looked at me almost anxiously for a momen...t then turned to go into the coffee shop.As I followed her in, I bettered my offer. "I'll double what you think you'll loose; how does that sound?"With that she turned and looked genuinely suspicious. "What do you get out of this?" Someone pretty to share my table with-" I reached down and stroked the little girl's hair but made sure to hold eye. Mediha wondered at the irony of her name. Habiba meant ‘darling’ in Arabic, while Habiba was nobody’s darling, except perhaps her birth mother’s. Still, the princess couldn’t bring herself to associate her guard with anything feminine, given her mien and her attitude. “Bring her to me immediately,” she said, keeping her voice sharp, and making sure Habiba understood who was boss here. She felt glad inside. The Nubian bitch was finally hers, after two days of waiting and enduring. The fruit of. " I grimaced. "I have to get it done before I can go out."That brought a ghost of a smile to his lips. "It's good to see she's instilled that in you."I queued up what I'd just had. "Here's what I'm looking at." I played it, stopping from me to time to explain something I'd noticed.That got him interested. He nodded from time to time as I explained. I showed him what we used to do, and how "better" it was with multiple cameras. The operators were all girls, and they'd "cut their teeth" shooting. As she struggled through the jungle, enjoying the stress on her legs and shoulders, the good feeling from her beating heart, she realized that happy and good were almost the same.When she got back to the camp, they weren't there. As she washed the meat and spitted it, she looked out at the boat, but they weren't there either. She had started the pink animal flesh burning, when she heard one of them thrashing back the way they did in the brush. It was Evan, and he was making funny, harsh sounds.