Cora wore her work coat to the employment panel.
The union adviser had suggested her better jacket. She had taken it out, examined the cuffs and put it back.
“If I’m asking them to let me inspect machinery,” she told Iven, “I may as well look as though I know where it is.”
He had met her outside the hearing room, where she stood with her own case and a new pair of gloves tucked through its handle. She seemed less frightened than she had at her lodgings. He was not certain whether that meant the fear had diminished or she had found somewhere to put it.
“Have they sent anyone?” he asked.
“An advocate. Barret’s not coming.”
“Do you want me inside?”
“For your statement. After that, I’d like to answer for myself.”
