Now the Thauran blushed, and since he had blue skin, he turned into a purple shade. With an embarrassed cough, he said to everyone and no one in particular. “One has to be careful with one’s thoughts when a Saresii is on the table.”
There was room for twelve dinner guests at this table, and the four others who were already here laughed in a bored fashion and returned to their conversations.
She glanced once more at the Fleet Officer and then said. “On Sares, there are two kinds of women, and to differentiate, we call one kind Genetic Women and the other kind Non-Genetic.”