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Thing is, Blake makes me nervous. So does Jenna, come to that, and Cally. Poor old Gan didn't but that wasn't his fault. If he hadn't had that thing in his head I'd've been nervous of him too.

Avon now, Avon wants me to be nervous, so I am, but there's times when it's just to oblige him. We understand each other, Avon and I. The whole point of having the most powerful computer in the Galaxy and the fastest ship is to arrange for a comfortable retirement. There's a whole lovely casino down there, just waiting to be fleeced.