Barely old enough to buy a beer at a street stall, Eve mused with a shake of her head.

One way to make money, Eve mused, was to round up repeat customers.

And she had one, Eve mused, at her disposal.

Even though she knew such thoughts were futile, Eve mused upon possibilities.

So, he took his time, Eve mused, nearly two and a half hours.

Paid attention to her money, Eve mused, did the job, banked the pay, and pumped most of it back into the business.

Which would be, Eve mused, a bit like a general rescheduling battles.

Too bad she wasn't looking for two men, Eve mused.

There was no light of adventure or anticipation on her face, Eve mused.

Space was no problem within the units, Eve mused.