Her hand had been in the pocket of her robe since she'd moved back across the room to the contraption, resting on the hilt of the Baby Glock handgun in there. "You're not taking anything anywhere," she replied, eyes darting from him to the contraption back to him again.
"What is it?" she said, indicating it with a jerk of her head. "What's it do? And what ship?"
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Date: 2007-10-29 05:19 am (UTC)"What is it?" she said, indicating it with a jerk of her head. "What's it do? And what ship?"