“Do you even know what you’re doing to the environment, with the crap you go around throwing in there?” this guy said, pointing at Tez’s basket. Now, Terence didn’t much care for having a finger pointed at him, by some nutcase who’d clearly read too much Scientific American. OTOH, it depended. On whether the stray nutcase had luscious dark eyes, and chestnut curls. As well as being a raving loon.