"Oh, I'm sorry miss," he said in a thoughtful voice. "I didn't mean to offend you. I thought you mighta been a warmi-" He was cut off by his ghost. "I hate to interrupt your chit-chat, but there is an angry mob of homocidal robots at our doorstep." Ax looked at his ghost in a vengeful way, then turned to Sheila. "You ready to face the music?"