"I believe I'm standing as well," Morden said.
"You're a goddamn stinking murderer."
"Who have I killed?"
"Millions of Narns, for a start."
Galen and G'Leel swerved down a more traveled corridor, began weaving through pedestrians.
"I've never even been to Narn," Morden said. "But I'm curious, do you intend to kill me? Because if you don't, it doesn't seem terribly smart to confront me."
"I wanted to see what a monster looks like up close."
Morden tilted his head, as if realizing something. "You're-"
Michael Garibaldi came up behind Morden. "Is there some trouble here?" Galen accessed the probe on Michael, the second image appearing in his mind's eye beside the first.
"Mr. Garibaldi." Morden's tone was hard. He folded his hands in front of him. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were following me."
"If I didn't know better, I'd call you an evil, manipulative bastard. Lucky we both know better." He went to Alwyn. "Are you all right, Mr. Alecto?"
Morden answered. "He was threatening me."
Alwyn lurched forward. "That bastard murdered-"
Michael pulled him back. "Had too much to drink, is that it?"
A security guard hurried up to them. Michael deposited Alwyn into his arms, motioned him away.
Galen grabbed G'Leel and pulled her to a walk. "He's safe." Even drunk, Alwyn could easily create a distraction and slip away from the guard. They would meet him.
The security chief turned to Morden. "Down Below can be a dangerous place. I suggest you stay out if you don't want to be hurt."
"Is that a threat?"
"I find actions more effective than threats."
"Why are you following me, Mr. Garibaldi?"
"I like that guy's answer. Wanted to see what a monster looks like up close. Why? Want to file a complaint?"