"Good to know," said Jyabura, who would have expected nothing lees from someone as admittedly paranoid as Fujiko. He'd long been of the opinion that more people should be paranoid, anyway. She seemed tense, he realized - but he was kind of tense too, from all the...well, tension, of the past couple of weeks. "Uh, hang on," he muttered again, hoping that there wasn't going to be too much more hanging-on to do after this, and sat up, ripping the package open and considering, as he rolled it on, that one day mankind was going to have to invent a way to do this that wasn't awkward. Oh well. He turned back to Fujiko, kissing her again as he bore them down to the mattress.