"Oh, God," Jim said, recalling something vague, like a half-remembered dream, "I think I fired a shot in the station. It's a wonder Bullock didn't take out my kneecap before he realized what was happening." He chuckled.
He was glad for her closeness, rubbing a hand up and down her back. "Thanks to you," he pointed out. "And, hey, now you've met my Babsy. And her friend, Dick," he added a little stiffly. "I'm just glad you're all right, and that she is, too. I hope you don't mind, you know, that I gave her the tape to analyze. It's a... different kind of analysis than your lab can offer. Still, I should have told you. Truth is, most people don't know."