"[Feeney] "Nearly blew ourselves up about an hour ago, right, Roarke?" Roarke rose and tucked his hands in his pockets. "I never doubted you for an instant Captain." "Like hell." In tune with his man, Feeney grinned. "If you weren't saying your prayers, boyo, I was saying mine. Still, I can't think of many others I'd be pleased to be blown to hell with." "The feeling's nearly mutual." "If you two have finished your little male bonding dance, would you care to explain what the hell I'm supposed to be looking at here?" [Eve]"