e gadget out into the room, set
it for a dye removal operation and sat down beneath it. A redhead again
a minute or so later, she switched the machine to Orado styles and left
it to make up its electronic mind as to what would be the most suitable
creation under the circumstances.

The stylist hovered above her for over a minute, muttering and clucking
as it conducted an apparently disapproving survey of the job. Then it
went swiftly and silently to work. When it shut itself off, Trigger
checked the results in the mirror.

She wasn't too pleased. An upswept arrangement which brought out the
bone structure of her face rather well but didn't do much else for her.
Possibly the stylist had included the Automatic Sales dress in its
computations.

Well, it would have to do for her first tour of the ship.

11

The bedside ComWeb warned her politely that it was now ten minutes to
dive point. Waking passengers who experienced subspace distress in any
form could obtain immediate assistance by a call on any ComWeb. If they
preferred, they could have their cabins kept under the continuous visual
supervision of their personal steward or stewardess.

The Dawn City's passenger areas still looked rather well populated when
Trigger arrived. But some of the passengers were showing signs of
regretting their decision to stay awake. Presently she became aware of a
faint queasiness herself.

It wasn't bad--mainly a sensation as if the ship were trying
continuously to turn over on its axis around her and not quite making
it--and she knew from previous experience that after the first hour or
so she would be completely free of that. She walked into a low, dimly
lit, very swank-looking gambling room, still well patronized by the
hardier section of her fellow travelers, searching for a place where she
could sit down unobtrusively for a while and let the subspace reaction
work itself out.

A couch beside a closed door near the unlit end of the room seemed about
right for the purpose.

Trigger sat down and glanced around. There were a variety of games in
progress, all unfamiliar to her. The players were mostly men, but a
remarkable number of beautiful women, beautifully gowned, stood around
the tables as observers. Traveler's Companions, Trigger realized
suddenly--the Dawn City's employees naturally would be inured to
subspace effects. From the scraps of talk she could pick up, the stakes
seemed uniformly high.

A swirl of ver