Sheila was on time. It wasn't a good idea to annoy the guy who might be helping her out of a pretty messy scandal, after all. But she was dressed down in old jeans and a long-sleeved LCU sports shirt. And a hat. Makeup was expensive, and just now she couldn't afford to use it unless it was absolutely necessary - anyone who was going to recognize her would know she was a Numbered with or without green skin.

She sidled up to Harry and looked up at him. And kept looking up. "Cripes. I forgot how tall you are." She'd only met him in person during school functions, after all. And usually one or both of them were sitting down at the time.