"Chair," Cross said. He unbent himself enough to sit down a couple of feet from her on the ground, appearing serene despite the beads of sweat that were beginning to form at his hairline and on his temples. Comfort was only a state of mind, after all. "Got in from work late, sat down and dozed off." It was something he did relatively often, considering that he lived alone and had no social life to speak of. He wriggled his toes inside his heavy shoes and stretched his neck, turning it first to one side and then the other.