[Una snorts a little at "polyhedrons". She unslings the leather messenger bag in which she's carrying a fairly standard array of late-twentieth/early-twenty-first century odds and ends—even some US currency—and unbuckles her shoulder holster. She's only carrying the Travel Agent needle gun this time, not her S&W. She thought that might be overkill this time. Even in America.]
Don't worry, Narvin. We'll cover for you if you accidentally say anything silly.
[She's looking forward to Kay's explanation, frankly.]
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Don't worry, Narvin. We'll cover for you if you accidentally say anything silly.
[She's looking forward to Kay's explanation, frankly.]